Potty training in my opinion, is never a cut and dry (no pun intended) situation. I remind my daughter that is is an accident when our little Liv makes a mistake. I seem to have memory block in recalling l if I was this understanding when I was potty training her or her brother. I remind her mother that Liv is only two. My daughter reminds me she is 28 months, Okay, two!
Alivia is with me two days a week of these potty training days. On one particular “accident” day, I was designated potty trainer.
It was her sister, Ava’s 5th birthday. I was watching both girls. I decided to have a special day and took both girls to breakfast and ceramic painting. We made it through breakfast with no incidents. We made the potty run. Of course, Liv didn’t have to go potty.
We, all three proceed to the ceramic store. We decide on what to paint, sit down and Alivia says “potty”. That’s like an action word in my vocabulary. We leave Ava painting, it is a secure situation and I’m not endangering her. Liv and I jump up and head up the long stairs to the bathroom.
We get into the bathroom and Liv yells “poopy”. Yes, we’ve made it in time. I lift her skirt, I reach in to pull down the diaper (never do this) and yep I pull out a poopy finger. I say “oh Liv” and she looks at me with those soulful, sorry I did it eyes. What can I do. No worries, we got this! It wasn’t easy. But we did it. Everything in the bathroom spotless, Liv spotless and hands spotless and thoroughly disinfected we leave the bathroom. She is commando style clean, wet panties wrapped in my purse. I realize later, of course, I put a change of clothes in my purse. Can you say “frazzled“
Back to painting dolphins. Check!