So, at this stage of the everlasting potty training process, we are in panties all day. The only time the diapers come out is when she has to poop or when she's sleeping at night. Most of the time, she comes to me with a diaper in hand and after I put it on, she quickly retreats to the bedroom, locking the door for privacy. It's a deal she came up with a while ago when she was ready to tinkle in the potty but not poop. It has served us well, and based on her similarities in personality to Trevor, I'm ok with her pooping on her own time. Potty training Trevor was a traumatic experience for all of those involved. I remember him holding in poop for a week or more at a time and eventually having to give him suppositories, which he still recalls to this day. I don't want to go through that again, so I'm letting her train me. I know it will happen in her own time.
Yesterday, however, she amended our original agreement, and decided to handle the whole pooping process on her own. Unfortunately, she was outside playing with her siblings, and like a feral animal, stripped down and popped a squat on my porch. I don't know if this means we're getting closer to the end, but I'm holding on to the hope that we're almost done with diapers forever.
We went to see The Lorax yesterday, and because I'm an obsessive mom, I took a picture of them before it started. It totally reminds me of the see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil monkey thing.
On the porch, eh? Well, one poop at a time, I guess. It's progress! How was the movie?
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