After much trepidation (on my part), I decided that THIS was the week to potty train Mags. I read a great book called Toilet Training in LESS THAN A DAY, and by Monday morning was feeling very confident.
A great deal of the strategy in this book is giving the child lots of liquids so that they have to go to go a lot, in turn giving them a lot of practice. Which, is a great theory. IF YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY GOES TO THE BATHROOM. Yesterday she was up by 8:30 (I know, I'm spoiled), and when I went to put her down for her nap at 12:30 she STILL HAD NOT GONE.
All I can say is we may not be getting a lot of practice, but I'm also not cleaning up a lot of messes. I'll take it.
Our big mantra has been, "Maggie, what do you do when you need to go pee-pee or poo-poo??" "RUUUUNNN to the pot-ty!"
Tonight my mom and I were downstairs playing with H-Man while (we thought) Maggie was upstairs with her dad in his office. Suddenly she appears from around the corner saying, "I went potty!" with her pants down at her ankles and a very proud expression on her face.
Astonished, we panicked, and rushed her into the bathroom. As I was lifting her onto the toilet she said, "NO! I already went!" I then looked down at her pants. Dry. "Did Daddy help you?" "No, I did it myself!" "Really?" "Yes! In mommy and daddy's bathroom. I wipe my hands, too!" "Oh good, you washed your hands?" "No, I have toilet paper and I wipe my bottom with my hands."
Perplexed, we trekked upstairs to find out how true her story really was. Well, folks, the proof is in the pudding. Flashback, anyone?
(What this picture does not include is the string of toilet paper from the roll to the toilet.)
Soooo...although there are many mysteries surrounding tonight's events, apparently she can go on her own. Next lesson? Toilet paper usage.