After three days of unsuccessful attempts at getting Quinn to enjoy wearing big girl underwear, we've aborted our mission – again.
The main thing to remember is that, despite unsuccessful potty training, we still love our daughter very much. Wet pants or no, we love her just the same.
Sure, she's not interested in Yo Gabba Gabba! panties, and yes, we are still worried she may be at her junior prom with a diaper bag in tow, but in the end, we're confident she'll know she's loved.
Don't get us wrong... We intend to try again after a short while. We're just not interested in screaming at our daughter and dragging her angry little form into the bathroom.
As her daddy said, "The bathroom should be a nice place. I don't want to make her hate it."
And he'd know – he loves it enough to spend at least half an Entertainment Weekly there.
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Monday, January 16, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Day 2: Soggy Sunday
What do you get when you add potty training to NFL divisional playoffs?
If you guessed, "wet pants," you're right on! And unlike the New York Giants and the Baltimore Ravens, who may have peed their pants in excitement to know they made it to next week, our little Quinn is peeing her pants for a variety of reasons, none of which included winning an important game.
Unless you think of "I'm still not potty trained, Mom and Dad!" as a game.
We think it could be our non-adherence to the every-half-hour rule. When the timer goes off, we never fail to ask Quinn, "Do you want to go to the potty?" And, of course, that answer is always a resounding, "NO!"
It probably doesn't help that one of us is completely distracted by football on TV while the other is becoming addicted to Words with Friends while having to stay home all weekend.
Ahem.
Still, it's probably best to celebrate our successes. Quinn has caught herself a couple of times, walking carefully to us and telling us she needs to go the potty. Each time we've considered it a win.
And as the Ravens and Giants can probably tell you, a win is a win is a win is a win.
If you guessed, "wet pants," you're right on! And unlike the New York Giants and the Baltimore Ravens, who may have peed their pants in excitement to know they made it to next week, our little Quinn is peeing her pants for a variety of reasons, none of which included winning an important game.
Unless you think of "I'm still not potty trained, Mom and Dad!" as a game.
We think it could be our non-adherence to the every-half-hour rule. When the timer goes off, we never fail to ask Quinn, "Do you want to go to the potty?" And, of course, that answer is always a resounding, "NO!"
It probably doesn't help that one of us is completely distracted by football on TV while the other is becoming addicted to Words with Friends while having to stay home all weekend.
Ahem.
Still, it's probably best to celebrate our successes. Quinn has caught herself a couple of times, walking carefully to us and telling us she needs to go the potty. Each time we've considered it a win.
And as the Ravens and Giants can probably tell you, a win is a win is a win is a win.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Day 1: Wet in the Trenches
We thought we were doing so well. After a good morning of three bathroom visits and a nap in which she woke up dry, Quinn foiled our neat little plan when – after we put her awesome Yo Gabba Gabba! panties on her – she quietly smiled, peed her pants, and tracked pee all over the floor.
We quickly took off the pants again and went back to the no-pants-on-for-the-first-day method. But then we saw this article that said you could "naked potty train" your kid, which means the kid won't understand pants aren't supposed to be a convenient way to capture pee. (This was a frightening concept that had us imagining a wild adult Quinn running through the woods without pants. She'd eventually be cornered and it would come out that she was naked potty trained... Even the wolves would shake their heads.)
And so back on went the training pants. No panties yet, but the training pants are cotton so she'll know when she's had an accident.
We quickly took off the pants again and went back to the no-pants-on-for-the-first-day method. But then we saw this article that said you could "naked potty train" your kid, which means the kid won't understand pants aren't supposed to be a convenient way to capture pee. (This was a frightening concept that had us imagining a wild adult Quinn running through the woods without pants. She'd eventually be cornered and it would come out that she was naked potty trained... Even the wolves would shake their heads.)
And so back on went the training pants. No panties yet, but the training pants are cotton so she'll know when she's had an accident.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Potty Training for the Weekend
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| Will the Gabba friends be enough to convince Quinn to pee in the potty? |
It's the perfect chance to potty train Quinn. (Read as: It's the perfect chance to ruin our two days off by tricking an angry almost-3-year-old into peeing in the pot.)
The thing is, Quinn has been pooping in the potty for several months. She hasn't pooped her pants since September.
Peeing is another story. For some reason, she sees no reason to rush to the bathroom for No. 1.
Alas, Yo Gabba Gabba! panties and her impatient parents are ganging up against her pee party for one.
Quinn's daycare teacher suggested we take her every half hour, whether she wants to or not. This is quite the feat. Quinn has the kind of lung power that would've made Pavarotti turn green.
But if Quinn really wants to take ballet – she's been asking every day to go to class – she's gotta learn to use the potty.
After all, we don't think any ballet company would want its prima ballerina to be peeing her pants in the middle of a pirouette, and we're pretty sure a diaper would stick out beneath a tutu.
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