My oldest turns three in May. She is beautiful, smart, resourceful, funny, and stubborn. That last quality has had her on and off the potty training wagon for almost a year and half. These past few months, however, it has really been clicking. So, this week we took the daytime diapers away. When she is awake, she has to wear underwear.
This hasn't been too much of a big deal to her, until tonight ... when she had to poop. She asked for a diaper. ... "Only babies wear diapers during the day." ... You could see the response in her eyes "that's ok. I'll just hold it until I get a diaper." ... Only she couldn't.
After a rocky start, she had success! She repeatedly apologized for not pooping in her diaper. It took three tries, but I finally got her to understand that the potty chair is supposed to hold poop and potty. Once she understood that, she was very proud of her success. She needed to show it to dad. "Daaaad! M has something that she wants to shoooow yooooou!!"
A victory dance later, we were in the bathroom, ready to flush her poop. She wanted to wave goodbye to it ... and blew it a kiss. She wanted to give it a snuggle ... but changed her mind when she learned that it would leave poop on her dress. We eventually flushed it, so it could go on the "slide" to the sewer. (I really don't hope that comes back to bite me.)
Once everything was cleaned up, we celebrated with some pop rocks. The smile on her face when she figured out that chewing them makes them pop louder was absolutely priceless!
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