*deep breath. fingers crossed.*
My baby girl is almost, nearly, oh-so-close, just about potty trained!
Just over a week ago, on Sunday night, I decided on a whim to start potty training Lillian the very next morning. Because apparently I actually enjoy keeping my life at chaos level at all times. She had been using the potty occasionally, mostly at bath time, and she had been demonstrating a keen awareness of her own bodily functions for quite a while. Plus, it makes sense to me that the second child would be ready before the first — she’s been watching Charlie use the potty for a long time now!
So Sunday night I went to Walmart to stock up on itty bitty undies, M&Ms, and apple juice. Monday morning I put her in undies and gave her cup after cup of apple juice. I started having her sit on her little froggy potty every 20 minutes or so, and she was actually going that often thanks to the apple juice. She did have accidents, definitely; but at the end of the first day, I was feeling pretty hopeful.
By the end of the second day, I was slightly less hopeful. She’d had a few more accidents that day than the previous day. And I knew that she would be spending a lot of time away from home in the next few days, with my dad some and with Jeff’s mom some, and though I knew they would work with her however I instructed, I just wasn’t sure she would catch on to pottying away from home. I assumed we’d be starting from scratch over the weekend.
But she did great! She did go a few times in Pull-ups, which I expected, but she successfully went on the potty way more times than I anticipated. So yay!
And most amazingly — I’m still in shock — she’s telling me when she has to go. Not every time, but probably several times a day. She’s staying dry for longer stretches of time, and using potties at restaurants and other people’s homes. I’m so proud of her!
But I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high. According to my mom, they “successfully” trained me on two (or was it three?) different occasions. I have no idea if potty training abilities are genetic, but I might find out! Regardless, I’m enjoying the idea of entering this new stage: diaper-free for the first time in 4 1/2 years!