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22 month Bug

Happy 22 months and 6 days to our almost fully potty trained kiddo!  
(That's right, almost potty trained...which is why this update is so late.)

We had four straight days of potty training fun the weekend Bug turned 22 months.  We're awful parents.  :P  Now, we've officially transitioned from diapers to panties at home and pull-ups at school.  (I'll explain the pull-ups at school in the next blog.)

Potty training through Instagram

Day 1:  Just Mommy and Bug.  Longest day of my life.  Even Mommy needed some cookie rewards while Bug napped.

Day 2:  Daddy, Mommy, and Bug(and cat).  Mommy got flowers and coffee from Daddy while he went out for "being a good mommy."  He sure knows the key to my heart- STARBUCKS! :)
I'm sure our neighbors appreciated the panty line we had on our balcony. :)

Day 3

Day 4:  Back to Mommy and Buggy only.

After four days of saying, "Buggy, if you need to pee-pee or poo-poo, tell Mommy or Daddy," it felt like we were never going to even get close to panties.  Then, on day 4, I said, "Seriously, Bug...if you need to pee-pee or poo-poo, run to the potty and do it."

Then she did.  WHA?!?!!?  Of course our little Bug would want no help getting to the potty.  She wanted to do it alone.  Story of our lives.  After all the frustration of wondering why she never told us she wanted to go, I get it.  Our little Miss Independent wanted to be just that- independent.  She never ceases to amaze me with her independence and will to learn.  Last night, she even conquered her fear of using the potty to go poo-poo and did it alone while Daddy was getting her bath ready.  No warning.  She just did it.  One thing Mommy and Daddy always do unknowingly is to try and help Bug out (as any parent would).  Unfortunately, we have an adult for a kid and she feels all too capable of doing anything and everything on her own.    Whenever the process (whatever the process is at the moment) is over with, I look back and am regretful of how much I try to make her accept my help when I should know by now how little she wants it (or even needs it sometimes).  Lesson learned (again)- let her try alone and then help her out.

As frustrating and exhausting as it was watching Bug's every move to see whether or not she needed to go potty, I'll say one thing's for sure- Bug's naptime is the best time.  Thanks to day care for instilling a routine of two hour naps. :)

God Bless,
Kat








Comments

  1. WyattJune 13, 2013 at 9:07 AM

    I have to say that during this whole parenting process thus far, not only are we teaching and helping Bug learn, but she is teaching mommy and daddy some things too. ; )

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