We've been potty training Libby for the past two weeks. (I say "we", but I mean "I".) Anyway, "we" have not been having a ton of success. She has been just as happy to go in her underwear as she has been to sit on the pot. We didn't expect much in such a short time of such a half-assed job as we've been doing. Libby has been using her whole ass which sort of makes up for our lack of commitment.
Today, we had a breakthrough that had me excited enough to use the potty myself. SPOILER ALERT: I used it.
She's been wearing underwear all morning and has not had any accidents. But here's the cherry on top: She was downstairs, engrossed in SpongeBob Squarepants, while I was upstairs hard at work on the computer (trolling my friends on facebook).
She left SpongeBob of her own volition (a feat in itself), came upstairs, pulled down her pants, and went right in the pot. My mouth dropped. It was amazing. Yes, it was the highlight of my day and possibly my week. I don't care how exciting fireworks are on the 4th, this trumps everything.We had such a hard time training the boy. As young, inexperienced parents, we did everything by the book. All the experts said to train your child at two years of age. The hardcore ones said to start at 18 months. I wish we'd never read any of those articles.
Kids don't care what the experts say.
Caleb wasn't prepared when we started toilet training him and we had nothing but problems. We were totally relaxed with Leah--to the point where she basically trained herself.
We've taken the same laissez-faire attitude with Libby and today was a major victory. Now, if I could just teach her how to sit on the pot instead of in the pot.
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