Fully dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and- naturally- a diaper, Lily sat on the potty. "More?" she asked, wanting candy for her act. I sighed, and told her I would give her the candy, but only if she sat on the potty with no pants. I really didn't feel like going through the whole process today-constantly wondering where she'll pee next. But I did want to reward her for sitting there. So off came the jeans. Off came the diaper. I handed her the candy. And she walked away.
That seems about right.
I tried to put her diaper back on. "NOOOOOOO!" she screamed. Fine. We'll be playing the Pee On The Floor game. She returned to the potty a few times for a few seconds at a time. Then she curled up on the couch with me for a while. I was picturing what it would take to clean the pee off of the couch when she bolted up, jumped on to my lap, and threw her arms around my neck.
And then.
She ran over to the potty. And peed. A lot. No accidents, no dribbling along the way. We celebrated. And over the next three hours, she did it again. And again. And again. Four potties. No accidents.
When Ryan got home, he told her how proud of her he was and held out his arms for a hug. She reached out and shook his hand.
Who taught my baby girl to shake hands? And when did she learn to potty? And how is she almost 2?
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ReplyDeleteAh, what sweet success. It can get so tiring. Thankful that you have been able to have some success- makes it much easier to keep going, doesn't it? (again, no pun intended!!!)