Here we go! It’s time. Isabel is 2.5 years old, she’s smart, she tells us when she’s got a poopy or wet diaper. We can do this! Go Team Kleinmahon.
I had Friday off and took a vacation day on Monday for a long weekend potty training boot camp. I was expecting the worst and was mentally and physically prepped for it. We rolled up all of our rugs, we covered the chairs in sheets that we didn’t car about, we bought a little potty and the thing that goes over the big potty, we put wipes in every room, and set out cleaners on the counter to use. More or less, I was expecting a pee fountain running through the house.
To make things worse, we had two different handymen set to come over to do some minor work on Friday morning. Perfect…A naked toddler running around peeing everywhere while I try to direct some strangers and have an adult conversation.
Here’s an example of an actual sentence I said in these conversations: “Okay so how long from today is…GREAT JOB ISABEL! Poop goes in the potty. Keep going. You’re doing great. Now we have to wipe our butts. Good. Let’s pick up our poop and dump it in the real toilet… anyway, how long from now is installation?” *the end of that sentence was said while actively holding a dookie in a bowl and walking from the main room to the bathroom. (Fortunately, both our handymen had kids of their own and just laughed it off)
So the rest of the day was naked Isabel running around the house. Doing naked pull ups on the counter, watching naked Daniel tiger, naked helping me clean up and dribbles on the floor, or naked cooking and eating meals.
Overall, day 1 was a HUGE success. We only had two half accidents and the rest of them made it into the potty with a little help from day! I feel great! We are great parents. Isabel is a great daughter. We are ready to take on the world with our soon to be successfully potty trained daughter. On to block 2 – pants and commando!
