Potty training round 2 began yesterday and I’m proud to report that it has gone infinitely better than our first go-round in April. The added maturity that 4 months offers is amazing. It’s incredible how much mere months seem to matter when they are this age.
We began on a Sunday so that Second Rate Dad could be around to help for Day 1 of battle. Having him around as a soldier in this war was soooo helpful. All other times I have potty trained I’ve done so while he was at work. Having him there worked so well that I would even amend my Tools for Potty Training list to include the enlistment of a trained militia. Invaluable.
We started by getting our favorite dolls to use the potty.
Then I pumped her full of fluids and waited for the showdown. The first couple attempts ended in puddles on the floor, and we did have one “Code Brown” alert. Shit happens.
Also, big sister kept good on her promise to encourage little sister to use the potty. She really can be sweet when she wants to be.
By the end of Day 1 she seemed to be catching on. Any potty training attempt that leaves me having a celebratory glass of wine instead of a sorrow-drowning glass at the end of the day is one for the win column, friends! The success appears to be continuing into Day 2 (so far). This morning she went downstairs all by herself and used the potty without any help. Accident-free so far at 11:30 a.m. (I’m really hoping that all this bragging on my girl doesn’t come back to bite me in the butt! Fingers crossed.)
The next battle in this potty training war is to get her to apply these new-found skills in public places, because I would like to eventually be able to leave the confines of my home… One battle at a time.