Some of you may remember how I posted back in December that there was a Christmas miracle upon us. Baby Girl was showing signs of an interest in being potty trained at about 23 months. No such miracle. But I have to say (and I hope it's not too early) that in the last 48 hours my miracle has arrived. About 3 weeks ago when there was nothing happening on our calendar I broke out the training pants and the butterscotch chips and let Baby Girl soil herself repeatedly. After a few days of this nonsense she asked to be put back in a diaper and I gladly consented remembering how much I hate potty training. Then we went to NYC and forgot about the whole messy business.
Can I just say that my biggest piece of advise when potty training is to forget about the whole thing and let the horse lead itself to water so to speak? You can bang your head against the wall in frustration if you want to but that kinda hurts. Two weeks ago I was looking for a new motivator because butterscotch chips had run their coarse. I printed out a chart and searched for stickers to put on it. When I presented the idea to Baby Girl she screamed at me and said she hated it! Clearly not wanting to be told when she would do this thingy. So I wisely backed off. Then a few days later I found some shiny star stickers. I knew better than to push still. When she saw them I could see the wheels turning in her head. Still I waited a day. Pretending not to care. It reminds me of long ago with another child, how I would get my breast-fed baby to be interested in a bottle. Try as I might to get him to take it from me he would boldly refuse! Lay it on the ground for him to play with and walk away and before I knew it he would have it in his mouth for himself. Kids are tricky little buggers!
So about three days ago when she woke up she seemed to have a scathingly brilliant idea. Her face lit up and she said "sticker chart!" Well we've been all over it for 3 days with no accidents. Day two when I went to put on a pull up for an outing (the pediatricians) she flatly refused and said she wanted to stay in her underwear. I feared the worst and prepared thusly. Not one accident! And the other miracle that day was that she awoke dry as the Sahara! Fluke- thought I. This morning- same deal! That is what I am on my knees thanking my lucky stars for today. God does love me! Then to make matters more miraculous is that when I left her in her diaper to take a morning walk with the dog I came back to put her on the toilet and she said she had already gone.... hmmm.... seriously!? Evidence proved she was not lying. She even solicited a 10 year old to re-diaper her before I got back. I'd say its a done deal. Maybe not, but it would appear so. Kids grow up so fast these days!