Wednesday, March 3, 2010

More Firsts

So my New Year's resolution of being better about updating this hasn't really become a reality, but the truth is, I am doing the best I can. And on that note, here is my latest update:


For most of my two year old’s life I have eagerly anticipated most of her “firsts.” Sitting up, rolling over, first tooth, first foods, crawling, walking and first words. One particular first seems to have escaped my attention…potty training. I can’t say that I dread this particular first, but I do think maybe I have been avoiding it. You sort of get used to diapers…especially the smell (although I am not sure my husband would agree). Plus, in my opinion as a family on the go, I find diapers somewhat convenient and am dreading the need to constantly stop for potty breaks. So, it is not like I am avoiding it, I am just procrastinating a bit.

But I have soon discovered that daycare slows for no one. Their job is to help your kid develop and potty training is no exception. So potty training has commenced at daycare and we have begun to follow a sort of regimen of our own at home. But, clearly my child is not all that interested.

She has a potty, two in fact. Elmo stays downstairs and her singing potty stays upstairs. Bribes have been purchased—jelly beans (for when she goes potty), supplemented with occasional chocolate, marshmallows (for when she tells us she has a “poopy”) and stickers for her “rewards” chart. In addition we have several sources of toddler reading placed in our bathrooms for Roo’s potty entertainment. Always present are Elmo’s ABC’s, Lila Ladybug and Moo, Ba, La, La, La (which by the way is almost ALWAYS requested).

This potty training takes a lot of patience (which by the way I don’t have) and time (which I don’t have much of either). Roo is always saying “I do it” and it takes what seems like an eternity for her to pull down her pants. And if I dare try to do it for her, a full on toddler breakdown begins and there is not a snowball’s chance in hell that she will try “going.” So I am stuck in potty limbo, trying to patient and encouraging, yet ready to pull my hair out. And this is only the beginning…