So, the potty train derailed for a little bit. One day it was like Annie wasn't cool with it anymore, and to prove it, peed in her panties three times in about as many hours. At one point she was up to the table as I was cleaning up lunch and just announced suddenly, "Mommy, I peeing." And lo and behold, a second later there was a puddle forming under her chair. Sigh. Well, frankly, with this stubborn of a kid, I'd already decided this has to be all her (since I'm not allowed to mention trying to go potty, the mere suggestion throws her into a rage and tantrums that give the terrible twos their meaning.) So, I simply put her back in diapers and we've continued on with life the last day and a half. And it's still amazing to me how fiercely independent my child is. This morning at one point, she went into the bathroom, took off her diaper, took care of business, managed to put BACK ON her still dry diaper (how she did this, and so well, I still don't understand), and washed her hands and went back to playing.
Then tonight (as probably the single most effective stalling tactic for bed we've seen yet), she came downstairs where Greg and I were and informed us she had to use the bathroom. She was holding her potty that she'd dragged down the stairs with her. I asked if she needed any help, to which she responded (predictably), "Nope, I can do it." Then she disappeared into the bathroom with her potty in tow. She came out a few minutes later and asked for the pretty smelling soap Grandma Karine bought her that day (hands smelling of raspberries is the best potty motivator we've found . . . unfortunately it only works really well within 20 feet of, or within two hours of contact with, Grandma.) I came in to find her up on a kitchen chair she'd apparently dragged in there earlier, already back in her diaper for the night, WASHING the potty seat out, then washing her hands, climbing onto the counter to get the hand towel from the higher rung since the lower one was already in the wash, she then reassembled her potty, flushing the toilet, turning out the light and dragging her freshly cleaned potty back up the stairs.
So, I'm done trying. Annie knows what she's supposed to do and how to handle it all, so when she wants to do it, she will. When I ask her to do it, I swear it just pushes her back another day, so I'm done. I'll be supportive when she wants me to be, gently remind her in ways I can sneak in, and just wait to see what happens. Someone call me when my kid is completely potty trained.
After one more trip to the potty, Annie is now in bed. She is currently calling out through her sobs from her torture chamber (her bed), "Mommy, where are you? I love you and I like you, why aren't you here?! I DON'T LIKE SLEEPING MOM!"
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2 comments:
I feel Annie's pain...except I want to sleep and I often can't fall asleep at a decent hour....
Ha, that sounds like my little Miss Independent!! she put two word sentences together before she turned a year and was carring one conversations at 18 mon. But when it came to potty training, she took that oppertunity to teach me that she was in charge, and she will get to it when she felt it was necessary. And every night, "bedtime is so hard for little girls." It is nice to know that an other mom out there has one too.
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