I can’t believe it but we’ve started potty training… Or something like that.
I guess Lil’ J was feeling left out every time I or her daddy used the bathroom so she wanted to start trying too.
I’d take her to use the potty when she’d wake up during the day, before baths and bedtime, and after nap time. Sure enough, those were some of the times she’s normally “gotta go” so it was easy to get all excited and cheer for her when she did her deed.
We’ve been at this a couple months now she’s not 100% out of diapers, and I’m feeling a bit responsible.
See, my smart little girl quickly realized that when she says she has to go “pee pee” or “poo poo” we will drop everything we’re doing (usually something she finds boring) and go on a very fun and entertaining run to the nearest bathroom.
This is exactly what happened when we went to the local springs for some swimming. It happened three times. I jumped off our beach spot, and ran all the way around to the restrooms with a toddler swinging at my hip. …Mind you I despise public restrooms.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m purposely slow or distracting when she asks to go to the restroom when we’re out and about. I know I need to get over my phobia but I’m not sure how.
I’m not much better at home to be honest. If I’m curled up and comfortable on the couch she may stand up and ask to go to the potty and I gripe and groan, taking my sweet time to get her there.
Am I terrible or what?
I’m not gonna lie, I was excited for her to turn two and learn to potty train at school so I can skip the hard part. Some friends of ours said they had her daughter in “big girl panties” in a matter of weeks. “Just bring her underwear, we’ll take care of it,” they told her. And they did.
Just a few more months until she moves up to that class, after summer break. Until then, I think I’ll get her a step stool. She’s started to attempt to climb up and take her diaper off herself. As a matter of fact, the other day she kicked me out of the bathroom and told me to “No Mommy! Go watch Elmo!” Just like I tell her when I’m busy using the restroom, making something to eat, what have you.
That pretty much broke my heart. Just goes to show I need to watch what I say.
I’m hoping not to go all crazy about the potty training and let it happen as she feels like learning, which seems like now. I just wish she’d stop faking me out because mama doesn’t like the little boy who cries wolf.
Yet, I guess for now I’ll just hafta play along until we are both fully trained.