“I think we will soon be needing all the potty tips we can get!”
So how did those tips work out for us?
A year later, Emily and Andrew:
We aren’t officially potty-trained.
In fact, at first glance, it doesn’t appear that we’ve made much progress at all, does it?
I am sure the parents of all the potty prodigies out are squirming to tell us how their little ones were just naturals. (Um, congrats? Sorry, that's all I've got).
Some of you might be potty pushers who think we should have just tried a little harder or let them run around diaper-less a little more (To you, I say…I wish you had been here in December when we tried that approach, which was, conveniently, the same day the stomach bug hit our house).
I suspect the vast majority of you, though, have the same potty pacifist philosophy we have—
Sure, we can quietly cajole with promises of M&Ms (and even toys for the elusive number 2s).
When they do go, we will continue to cheer and dance around and triumphantly flush the toilet like we have just won the Super Bowl.
We will continue to give up the sacred privacy of the potty room if it means modeling for them the way big people potty.
We will keep asking where pee and poopie should go despite the fact that they know and still don’t care.
And, we will continue to double down on the most effective strategy yet—
We will continue to send them to school—to the capable hands of highly qualified potty professionals.
Since starting her new school in January, Emily has been going to the potty almost every time and has even started asking to go on her own. (Drew is a less interested and a little less consistent).
Last Friday, Emily’s teacher surprised us by telling us that Emily was ready to come to school in her big girl panties.
You’d think the child had hit the jackpot!
She talked about it all weekend.
Yesterday morning, I sent my little girl to school in a clean pair of fresh Minnie Mouse big girl panties (and two more pair in a bag).
When we picked her up, she wasn’t in the same pants (or panties), but apparently, she only had one accident and it wasn’t even a major one, if you know what I mean.
As a former teacher, I know the importance of support from home. School can’t and shouldn’t do it all.
I know we have to reinforce and be consistent with the potty training at home.
That said, (bear with me--I know it’s not Friday) I have a confession to make…
I confess: I need to pull up my (metaphorical) big girl panties and get over the fact that this whole “got to use the potty” thing is harder when I am actually in charge of making sure it happens.
Case in point—
Last night’s trip to Target (with Emily in big girl panties) involved no less than three requests to go to the bathroom. Three. Two of which were false alarms--
All three of which seriously tested my tolerance of public restrooms…
(Public pottiers, please feel free to share how you help a toddler squat).
During a quick stop to Kohl’s, Emily asked if this place had a potty, too, because she wanted to “see” it.
(Potty people, how do I explain that if you’ve seen one potty you’ve seen them all)?
I confess: I am now singing, “Whoomp There It is” –the potty version:
a potty over there
Wave your hands in the air
Wipe your derriere!
Whoomp chak a laka chack a laka chak a laka chak a…