This post is all about my big girl and the potty so if that's not your thang, feel free to skip ahead to the next exciting topic you're reading on the Internet...
Tory's potty-trained! Wahoo!
I think everyone knows our history on potty-training (likely because I tend to ramble about such exciting details). Anyway for back story, Tory potty-trained last October at 25 months old. At the time, I wasn't super jazzed about toilet-training a young toddler when I was 8 months pregnant and the life-changing event of adding a new child to our family was on the horizon, but Tory expressed interest and I jumped on the opportunity. When I look back I realize potty training was kind of a pain. While Tory was technically potty-trained, I had to remind her to use the bathroom every 20 minutes and she still had accidents occasionally. Her overall bodily coordination and size were issues. She had a difficult time pulling up/down her pants, and preferred using the real toilet but had trouble climbing up there by herself. So basically, I waddled (I was 8 months pregnant, remember?) and recited the phrase "do you have to potty?" all day, every day. I'll be honest, it wasn't the best of times.
We all know what happened next. Aden was born and Tory regressed. Big time. She started to soil her clothes multiple times a day. So many times, in fact, I'd run out of clean underwear and pants for her to wear ... and the girl has a lot of clothes. It turned into a battle to get her to use the toilet at all. Mounted with all the stress of adjusting to a new baby, Andi and I turned to each other one day and said, "Forgot this!" We put Tory back in diapers and never looked back. And, Tory seemed happy about it. Yes, we were buying double the diapers and that part stunk, but it made life a heck of a lot easier. I vowed not to revisit potty-training again until Tory practically begged me to do so.
Cut to a few weeks ago at our lake cabin -- out of the blue, Tory asked Andi to use the toilet. He sat her on there and she pooped. Huh? Wow! Good job, Tory! Okay, back in a diaper you go ...
A few days later at home, Tory asked to use the toilet again. I let her, she did her business and I put a diaper on her again. A bit later, the same scenario. Again. And again. I kept putting a diaper back on her because -- no -- I wasn't going down the road again until Tory was ready to commit. Last Monday, we were home for the day with no big plans so when Tory asked to use the potty, I decided keep her without clothes on the bottom half to "test the waters." Sure enough, she did great going potty on her own all day long. And, the best part? I didn't even remind her. Tory used the bathroom on her own and hollered if she needed assistance. We ran a few errands the next day and I put her in underwear. No issues. She told me when she had to use the restroom, I took her and that was it. Simple.
... So, no issues other than one poop-in-the-underwear accident after which Tory exclaimed, "Yuck! That was gross!" and never did it again. It's been two weeks now and she's doing so awesome. I'm still putting Tory in a diaper at naps and bedtime, but I think she could go through nap time without I diaper if I let her as she's been waking up dry everyday. I guess I need to invest in a plastic mattress cover or something, but ... eh, I'm in no rush to be changing soiled sheets on the regular so I'm not pushing that milestone any time soon.
Reading back on my blog post from last October, I now realize Tory was too immature to potty train. She just wasn't ready. This age now -- a few weeks shy of Age Three -- is so much easier. Tory has the physical ability to pull up / down her own clothing, she is capable of using the toilet on her own and there's way, way, way less mess. I don't know why I felt like there was some parenting badge to achieve in potty training my child at an early age, but now I see it's a lot easier to wait until they're mature enough to comprehend it all.
So, yay! Milestone achieved. That was easy.