Sunday, March 20, 2005
We are potty training. Again. This time, I have a book. This book worked for everyone else, blah blah blah. Once I got past the fact that it was written at a time when the phrase "profoundly retarded" was an acceptable way to describe a child, it seemed like a brilliant book. This morning, Girl Terror and I set forth on the adventure, with the boys out of the house. It seemed to be working. She peed. I cheered. The treats flowed. Then, she peed again. But this time, not so much in the potty. It seems the first triumph might have been fluke. By nap time, we were both exhausted, and she asked for her diaper back. I re-read parts of the book, and she might not be ready yet. She "dribbles" throughout the day, and I guess the goal is to wait until she holds it for awhile, and then goes all at once. Sigh. If I am the first mother to send her child to school in a pull-up, I will be writing all those "experts" and giving them a piece of my mind.
Posted by Mrs. Falkenberg at 1:13 PM