Sunday, October 5, 2008

I'm too old for this.

I don't really intend to post much about potty training. It's just one of those facts of life that I don't care to document. Suffice it to say we're (half-heartedly) attempting it; I'm far from consistent on it; Adana is stubbornly refusing to participate.

On Thursday, however, she was in the mood to wear her Dora panties all day. Lo and behold, she actually pee’d in the potty. Bravo! She earned a Gummie! (Her reward of choice.)

You might think I found this occassion one for celebration. Well, I did - for a brief minute. But as I was taking the pee-filled potty out of the Family Room to go flush it, I slipped and spilled all contents on the floor.

So, Hurrah for Adana! I, on the other hand, spent the day scrubbing and Resolving the carpet.

No more potty training posts. My advice - buy stock in Pampers. We'll be keeping them in business for quite a while.

4 comments:

David and Jenny said...

How ironic! Glad you had resolve, I am always out!

Jenny said...

oooooh Yuck! Sorry you had to clean that up. I know what you mean about half-hearted potty training. It's so much easier to just let them wear a diaper. Ben wasn't potty-trained until he was 4 1/2, mostly because I didn't want to deal with it!

Anonymous said...

You know, Aidan was very happy to wear pull-ups for 2 years running. And at least you've got the likes of T. Berry Brazleton behind you. Our poor mothers, with pressure to potty-train by two!

Curmudgeoness said...

Heh. I remember when my Aidan was thirteen months old, and a mother at preschool, who had girls, was all over me for not potty-training the poor kid. She kept telling me about how it really was very easy to do, and, having barely survived the potty-training of his older brother, I just kept right on ignoring her. :-P

We ended up using dinosaur stamps. Meaning, we used an ink pad and a variety of rubber stamps with dinosaur picture on them. (My mother-in-law taught preschool for twenty-odd years) Each time he used the potty, he got to choose a dinosaur stamp, which we happily applied to his belly, or his arms, or his legs. He was just shy of 2.5 years old, and we got him potty-trained in about a week. His brother, on the other hand, took -- years, I swear.