I tried documenting my weekend in potty training. It was almost impossible to keep up with a document. Seriously. My little garapata (flea) prohibits more than five minutes of not having my attention.
On our own, we did well for about two hours in cotton pants. After a couple “I peed!” incidents (on tile, thankfully), we switched to her Charlie Banana trainers. So, trainers, a shirt, leggings, and shoes. Oh, did I mention that I even resorted to buying a Baby Dora Potty doll? Probably served her purpose for two days, and is just another baby in her basket.
Let me just say this. Potty training requires alcohol. To calm your nerves. I can’t have any, so I resort to ice cream. WIN! Another bonus for me. is that she has only had wet accidents, not solids. HOORAY!
Grateful that her daycare works with her group to train during the day. Now, why she won’t follow this schedule at home is a question I’d like answered.