Please let it be happening.
Lil Diva is finally ready to begin potty training.
She first showed interest the day before she turned 18 months old.
No one was more shocked than I. My son was not “officially” trained until he was over three and a half years old. And by official, I mean “no longer hid in a corner/tube/bedroom to crap in his pants and finally went in the toilet”.
Had I not forced potty training and layered it with ever changing
bribes rewards as previous ones ceased to work, I’m pretty sure he’d still be in diapers.
He had zero interest.
But Lil Diva showed early promise. I had the daydream she would be the magical Potty Trained Before Age Two child.
The dream was brief. Very brief.
The act of “putting ickies” into the potty distressed her within the first week. She ceased interest and we were lucky if she’d happen to go on the big potty before bath (because her brother does).
When I inquired, “Do you want to go potty?” she would turn to me, arch her eyebrows, wrinkle her nose, hunch forward, and screech, “I DON’T WANNA. GO. POTTY!”
I didn’t fight it.
Then two weeks ago something shifted. When I asked, “Do you need to go potty?” she turned me, as if considering Einstein’s theory of relativity, and said, “Yeah.”
It isn’t perfect – not by far. But after a week and half of delicious M&M bribes, she’s occasionally telling me, “I need to go potty.” Then actually doing it.
Then this week she passed the milestone it took my son six months of potty training to accomplish: successful placement of excrement into proper potty container as opposed to diaper. Not once. But four times so far. Twice just on Tuesday.
Of course, there were still at least three stinky diapers changed on Tuesday.
So we aren’t there.
But we should be before she’s three and half. Maybe even before she’s three.
I cannot wait to wave good-bye to diapers once and for all.
Until then, I have learned to avoid using blue M&M’s as a reward. Whatever they use in its dye does not want to come off of little fingers, chins, or clothing.
Sharpies have stained less.
Sure, they melt in your mouth, but then tiny fingers remove them because it is more fun to suck the coating off first and drool it everywhere then just eat the candy. It must be savored.
Another lesson checked off in Sh*t I Didn’t Think I’d Ever Need to Know Before I Became a Parent list.
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What has your child/ren checked off your list lately?