potty diaries: has it been almost a year already?

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Kapria:

The last time I wrote about potty training, you had been going in the potty for a month. I kind of forgot about writing more because you've done so well. By November, you almost never had accidents. I learned that if a certain combination of things  happened, you would always have an accident.

The accident combo = you're overtired + you get upset about something and start throwing a tantrum + I put you in your room to help you calm down + you haven't gone potty recently.

If those things happened at the same time, you would always have an accident. So now, if you're upset and need to go in time out, we go to the bathroom first. And you haven't had an accident in a long time. In fact, it's been so many months, I can't remember when the last time was. Good job!

You're really good about going potty when I ask now. The main thing that helped was talking to our friend Allison. Her daughter, Jane, is your friend. Sometimes Jane doesn't want to go potty when her mom asks. So Allison always lets her choose: "Do you want to go now, or in two minutes?"

I started asking that as well. And once you got to pick your time to go to the bathroom, you were better about going. You always chose, "In two minutes." (And you still do, months later. Except now you say, "Five minutes, please Mom.")

You wear pull-ups to bed at night. We call them your nighttime undies. Most days now you wake up dry, but but maybe once a week you don't. In the last few weeks you've even started waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When you do, you're not sure what's going on because you're still kind of asleep and don't want to be awake. So you cry and sometimes even kick and yell. (You're really groggy and out of it.) So I carry you to the bathroom and then carry you back to bed. But you're learning and growing, and when you're ready to wear undies at night, you'll let me know. We're taking our time because growing up doesn't need to be rushed.

Love,
Mom