(*Initially written on 2/11/07 and I am reposting it here to celebrate our accomplishments! Looking at it now, I sound like a madwoman, and I didn’t see it then, but she was so getting ready and I should have just stayed calm…But I didn’t of course)
Ok, listen to this. Yesterday, Fa wanted to be nekkid ALL FRIGGIN DAY!
Naked as a jaybird.
Nudie, like the day she was born.
All. Day. Long.
This started in the middle of the week. I found her naked in the living room on more than one occasion.
I approached this new milestone in many different ways.
I congratulated her on being able to FINALLY undress herself.
I ignored it.
I warned that we only do this at HOME.
I gently reminded her NOT to pee on my COUCH!
Then, I finally asked what she was thinking. After all, we can’t be nekkid all day long. We do leave the house once in a while and she does need to be clothed in order to go to school.
Her answer plain and simple. “Practicing to go on the potty Mom!”
Like, “You stooooopid jerk, what the hell do you think I’m doing…?”
So Friday, we went to go buy a little potty made especially for her. A Princess Potty. Complete with Snow White, Ariel, Cinderella and all the other women she really could care less about.
She was ecstatic! Excited to have it and raring to go…in it.
Saturday, she woke up and refused to put her clothes on. I didn’t argue, I figured ‘you go girl’, make it easy and just be naked…no panties to pull on and off and you can just plop a squat and be ready.
We trekked downstairs and she sat on that thing every chance she got. She watched TV on it, read and even ate her snack sitting on it. Did she put her goods in it?
Nope. Not once. All day.
She held it in. Again. All day.
After a while (hours upon hours), I could tell she needed to go. She sat and squeezed but only a dribble came out. We cheered and yelled and danced and sang nonetheless, and I gave her a sticker to put on the potty..that’s where she wants to put her reward stickers…On the pot.
The Pro came home from work to find her naked still and eating her dinner on the couch. I knew it was only a matter of time. She had been eating and drinking all day long. It had to come out some time.
She finally broke down. And peed. On my couch.
With that, she became embarrassed and threw the fit of all fits. Screaming and crying and yelling at The Pro to leave the house. She threw her toys and was enraged at it all.
With her begging for a Pamper, I dressed her and she peed.
She relaxed within seconds and that was that.
Don’t get it?
She refuses to sit on the pot. The big pot. The princess pot. Any pot out there…she just won’t do it.
The next size up from her Pampers size 6 is Depends.