Yes, this will be another potty-training related post.

So yesterday, I decided since it wasn’t that hot out when we got home, and with the sun going down I could work mostly in the shade, I decided to hit the front yard and do some weeding.  I had the Kiddo stay outside with me while I worked, since her dad decided to hunker down in front of his computer and play some Warhammer.

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I am happy to report that the Kiddo used the potty for #2 last night!  This is only the second time in two months that she has done so.  The first time she went into the bathroom by herself and called me in, this time she walked up to me as I saw on the couch watching TV and said “Mommy, potty again!” (she had just gone #1 a short while prior).  So we trotted back to the bathroom, put her up, and she told me to go away (just like last time).

So I step outside into the hall and out of her site, and in moments she announces she is done, that she poo-poo’d on the potty.  I clapped and cheered and heaped on the praise, and gave her TWO stickers (usually she gets one for going #1).  Then after clean up we went out to the living room and she announced to her daddy what she did, jumping up and down excitedly.  And of course he clapped and heaped on the praise, too.

I hope this is a start of things to come.  She still had another pee accident later after that, but I don’t mind those so much if it’s only a little bit (she finished in the toilet).  I just dislike cleaning up the poopy panties, particularly if it’s not, um, solid.  Ick!

Anyway.  Yay for the Kiddo!! 

Or is the “PC” term now “potty learning”?  Meh.  Potty training, potty learning, it’s all the same to me.

So last night, we get home, and the Kiddo wants to wear panties after I changed her out of a very soppy pull-up.  Which was my fault, because she said she had to go potty while we were at the store, but it was muggy, I was sweaty, and had a cart with cold groceries in it, and didn’t want to put off going home any longer than necessary – bad mommy!

Anyway, I did so, and set up the hall bathroom toilet so it had her little potty situated on the big toilet seat, and the stool at the foot of the toilet so all she would have to do is run in, strip down and use it.  Which she HAS done on her own before.

She wants to watch Madagascar while we kill time until dinner, so I oblige and remind her that if she has to go potty, she can just get up and run to the bathroom and go!  She doesn’t need to ask or tell me.

She says “OK!” and sits down to watch Madagascar.  She is sitting on the foot rest of her umbrella stroller (she is weird like that, and there is a back story to why the stroller is in my home office/hobby room), watching the movie, and drinking some strawberry milk.  I am at my desk, surfing and posting on some bulletin boards, and dropping some Entrecards.

About 20 minutes after we sat down, I hear the distinct splatter of liquid onto the carpet.  Only it takes me like five seconds for my brain to register WHAT that means.  And by then, it is too late.

AGGH!!!  She peed on my carpet, practically oblivious to what she was doing. GRRRR!  When I finally realized what was happening, and said her name in that “What are you DOING?!” tone, she looked up at me, then down at the puddle, and just continued to sit there and finish.  *insert big heaving sigh here*

All I could say was, “GO.  Go into the bathroom.  NOW,” and followed her out to go get a towel to mop up the puddle.

After I got it cleaned up, I told her she was going to wear a diaper.  NOT a pull-up, and definitely NOT panties (the rest are waiting to be washed, anyway).  Sadly, she didn’t even seem to care that she was going to have to wear a diaper.  In fact, the little stinker went into her room to go GET one.  🙄

There was still some time to kill before dinner, so we went back into my office and she continued to watch the movie. Five minutes later, she decides she has to potty.  Runs to the bathroom, strips off her diaper, sits on the toilet, and goes.

Suure, kid.  Use the toilet when you’re wearing a diaper, but pee on my floor when you’re wearing panties?  I think you have things backwards, kiddo.  And thanks.  Thank you very much.