By the way…
Saturday morning I worked on potty training– every 15 minutes we sat on the potty. She had accidents three times on that schedule for the morning, so I put a pullup on her, fed her lunch, sent her to bed (it was naptime), and licked my wounds. I was very discouraged. When she woke up, I immediately put her on the potty, and there we sat for about forty five minutes until she finally went. I let her play for about 30 minutes, and then again put her on the potty for about a half hour until she finally went. Then we went to bed.
Yesterday at naptime, she started crying that she wanted to go potty. We just figured it was a delay tactic, but we’re not opposed to taking advantage of natural motivations, so Lee put her on the potty. In the meantime, he called his mom and grandmas… and came back to a little girl who had gone poop… all over her dress (she had been sitting on it). We cleaned her up in a jiffy, but tt was a bittersweet moment, even for Bethel. I do think she knew she had to go, so that was progress.
There’s never a good time to potty train. Yesterday I spent the day getting ready for some overnight company, and baby’s been sick with a high fever. Hopefully we’ll work on it again later this week (although this weekend Lee has taken two personal days off, so we’ll probably be going camping– not a great time to be potty training). [update: Lee’s nurse practitioner is in the hospital, so our weekend is hanging in the balance.] I did decide that until she knows how to actually go in the toilet, I’ll keep her in Pull-up when I’m potty training. I think before she learns how to stop (by putting her in underwear and letting her figure it out when she is suddenly wet), she has to learn to start. Until then, putting her in underwear is likely to be an exercise in futility. I think that makes sense.
Maybe I’m just lacking in some godly perseverance.