Hello again. It's been awhile. Not much how 'bout you? Blah. Okay, done with that 70's song. ;o) If you didn't get that, don't worry.
I am just going to check in briefly (because the stack of prints on my desk - which I can scarily see from here - is downright FRIGHTENING) to tell you..............BABY IS POTTY TRAINED. I have NOT been doing jack..........rabbit. I have been POTTY TRAINING A VERY STUBBORN AND THICK HEADED TWO YEAR OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can I get an amen???
You might ask (and if you do - bite your tongue) potty trained "Officially?" Or "just a phase?" And my answer is: I don't know and I don't care. I have not changed a pee diaper in about five days and I am ecstatic. AND......hold on to your horses now..........she POOPED tonight on the potty (as opposed to the floor, the carpet, the concrete slab out back, her beautiful new panties, her old training panties, the neighbor's front yard, etc., etc.).
So, all this time I've been away, my friends, I was not drinking margaritas living the high life. I was busy dealing with............well.......................pee and poop. It's that simple. AND (if you've ever potty trained a two year old) it's that...........complicated. My life these past few weeks has been reduced to the bare necessities. I have been unable to blog, run errands, exercise (well, only in brief 20 minute spurts), or basically be away from the princess potty (which stopped working about three weeks after we bought it) for more than a few minutes. Now, I can begin to ease back into normal life.
So, want to know my secret? Why did it all of a sudden work for me? Did I get back my nazi mojo? Well, no. I had to resort to new tactics this time around. Baby now has a weird concept of tiny marshmellows actually being FOR going potty. But, I am too happy to care about its possible mental implications. Funny sidenote: I left her home with dad one full day and he gave her the large marshmellows everytime she peed. Say what??? I promptly told baby that those marshmellows were only for roasting the smaller ones were for potty. Daddy got it wrong.
AND baby also does not want to spend vacation with grandpa and auntie (sorry, grandpa and auntie). Hmm. That's weird, too, right? Well, not really. See when I booked our summer vacation to Great Wolf Lodge http://www.greatwolf.com/grapevine/explore/activities/?&s_kwcid=TC-21399-5407118756-e-377930510 I told her that there were no diapers allowed there and that if she was not potty trained she would have to stay with grandpa and auntie. MIRACULOUSLY she started a full fledged effort the next day. ;o) Should I start a potty training boot camp? I just might.