Alright – We are doneeeeeeeee!
(with the occasional accident 🙂
But yes – now she actually asks to go pee! YAAAAAY. And you know how long it took? By following the two-day method, it only took 7 months! Yes. You read that right. SEVEN months. SEVEN months of mopping up pee off the floor and throwing away panties in the trash when there is a poop accident. SEVEN lovelyyyyy months!
Let me tell you how we finished potty training in this record breaking time.
It was the lovely month of May 2015.
In the months prior, my 2-year-old had shown interest in potty training. She’s been watching me intently and asking all sorts of questions. She’s been making her baby dolls go potty (in the toilet!). She’s been striping her clothes off when she needed to go. She’s even been telling me when she needs to go, and if I put her on the toilet seat on time, then she poops right into the toilet.
My perfect little girl wants to potty train, I thought to myself. This will not be difficult.
So, I went ahead and I did ALL my homework.
I read ALL the articles, which confirmed that she had ALL the signs of readiness.
I bought ALL the gear. Three different types of potties – 1 potty training book for girls with sound effects – wooden steps so that she can climb up to the toilet by herself – a chart for stickers when she goes peepee in the right-place. And she loved ALL the gear. We even got a potty for her baby dolls.
So I went out and bought some cute underwear and waited till the weekend came around. The morning of Day 1, I explained to her that she will not be wearing any diapers and that she will need to tell mummy before she need to go – every single time – not only when she feels like it. With a big smile, she said she understood.
Me: “Thia, what are you going to tell mommy when you need to pee?”
Thia: “Mommy, I want potty.”
Me: “Good girl!” followed by kisses.
…..
And yet, Day 1 was a disaster.
In fact – Day 1 was so bad – she refused to try again on Day 2 and cried bloody murder when I attempted to replace her diapers with underwear.
We had a total of 6 accidents on Day 1, one which involved me picking up poop from the floor.
Thankfully, none of the accidents were on any furniture.
Only once, during the entire day, did she tell me before she wanted to pee. Once.
This is going to take longer than I anticipated, I thought to myself that night. Maybe a couple of weeks?
SEVEN DAMNED MONTHS
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