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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

My youngest is about 28 months old. With my oldest, I could have told you how many days old she was at this stage. My son was measured in months until his fourth birthday. I think. As proof of my rapidly approaching dotage, I had to first recall what month this child was born in, and then count up on my fingers, twice, since my brain informed me that two calendar years equals 20 months.

Ahem. So yes, 28 months old. And still firmly in diapers.

I am not stressing about it, because my older two were late to be potty trained, or learned or whatever the PC way is to put that. Schooled. I done schooled them.

Nonetheless, at swimming lessons today, I had to use the toilet (I know, what is up with all my bathroom entries?) and when I finished, the babes indicated she would like to use the big girl potty.

I balanced her little tush on the seat and keeping one hand on her shoulder, reached for some TP. She peed, grinning ear to ear, and then threw her arms up in a triumphant gesture. She managed to knock my steadying hand free and screeched as she fell backwards in slow motion into the bowl.

Oh, the pitiful wailing, the dangling from Mommy's extended arms with bare butt dash to the shower, the ice water torture rinse because the water wouldn't get warm, the continued howling and teeth gnashing through our hasty dressing and exit from the swim center...

Something tells me I just set back any future potty training by a bunch.

Also, she is flirting with giving up naps, to which I bellow a heartfelt "Aw, Hell NO."

The End.

Comments

Ahhhh!
Pee-Pee-Butt!!!
Ewwwwwwe :(

Oh... that didn't go so well. Lily has now peed once on the potty, but it had one of those nifty insert thingies, so no unintended splashing. We're not putting our whole hearts into potty training/learning/schooling/whatever as she's likely to revert on us once the new babe shows up. And I just can't manage all that work if it's gonna all go away. Too freaking tired.

Doh!

Well, I think Jordan has fell into the toilet. Unfortunatly I wasn't there to see it. :( what a wonderful picture to show her future boyfriends, I can see it now:
Me: Oh, and look! This is when Jordan fell into the potty...

MUWAHAHA that is for eating my skittles jordan!

Now's she going to be peeing in anything BUT the toilet. She's going to have headophobia. poor thing. :op

My thirty month old (and I had count months since her 2nd birthday to get that) just recently decided to do a little potty learning. She's mostly doing well, but just as soon as I think she's all trained, she has a day like today. Two large pee accidents, one on an upholstered chair, and poop in a pull-up which I put her in when I couldn't take any more pee all over the place. And today she couldn't fall asleep for her nap. Waaaaaaaah!

I hate potty training. Girl Terror is 2 months shy of 3 years old (no idea how many months that is...)and she will.not.train. Her bears are all trained. The dollies are all trained. She can tell me all about it. But no go.
I fell in the toilet when I was 5. My mother called the company in from the living room to see my feet sticking straight up in the air, with my ass wedged in the bowl. I always check now to see if the seat is down.

At least you weren't flushing at the same time. Thanks to the powers that be for small favors ;-)

Poor girl!! No fun to get a baby bum bath!

I'd rather keep them in diapers until the age of five and have them napping! (Like they give you a choice.)

No worries! She will potty train when she is ready. Both of mine (which are now 179 month & 208 months) were both over three years when they decided to use the big people potty. It was sooooo easy then.

How funny. Been there! I'm debating potty training my son. Almost two. I'm not sure if I should because he doesn't talk but clearly gets his point across anyway. I just can't wait till I can put the last diaper on and say "That's the last one!" I hope I don't cry like I did when my son started preschool. I'm such a sap!

Ah yes, I remember those days. Lucky for me, we were in the midst of a huge move and the boys were visiting their then childless aunt who rather enjoyed "trying out" the parenting role by potty ... ahm, er... schooling them. And lucky for all of us, they're twins so it was a slam dunk effort. At first I couldn't understand why they were asking for cupcakes everytime they pooped in the toilet (life's distractions) but then it dawned on me she resorted to bribery. Oh well, at least the job was done. Funny thing is, we were just paging through the photo albums that dated back to their diaper days and then you mention this. Talk about a walk down memory lane! They're nine now. And amen, aw hell no to the no-nap. I employed my Mom's strategy, you don't have to sleep, just lie down on your bed and play quietly or read until the timer goes off. Good luck!

By far, the saddest day of my life was the day I realized with mounting horror that my youngest was done with naps. For good. So, you know, if you dunked her little butt into the toilet water on purpose, in a twisted kind of revenge scheme or something, I would totally understand that.

35 months and 27 days (had to calculate on paper) here with nary a potty interest.

My 30 month old is still not potty trained. He goes on the potty, but is also perfectly happy to soil his Thomas the Tank Engine underpants. Needless to say he mainly wears pull-ups. I'm not going to worry about it-- if there's one thing I've learned after 3 kids: you can't make 'em poop.

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