We got Lauren a potty seat for her birthday in October. She promptly carried it in front of the tv and sat down in her fancy new chair. Then we explained that it goes in the bathroom. And that's that she's potty trained.
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Ok, not really. But if you don't want to hear what a horrible mother I am stop here and believe that my 2 year-old is potty trained. Otherwise, read on.
Here's the good news, I haven't changed a dirty diaper since Christmas. Really it has nothing to do with me, she just likes to poop on the potty and understands how to tells us that she has to go. And who wants to deal with a dirty diaper when there is a better alternative. Not this mama.
Here's the sketchy part. She hasn't figured out the peeing on the toilet thing yet. I tried in November and she wasn't ready. And now I realize that cleaning up pee and committing to the regiment that successful potty training demands is something I'm just too lazy to sign up for right now. Diapers are like insurance. We can coast through Target for an hour and a half, take long walks, do our thing. Panties mean I'm cleaning up messes and racing my 2 year old across the store.
Here's where it gets even worse. When she asks me for undies in the morning, sometimes I pretend like I don't understand what she's talking about. I know, I'm horrible.
But let's stay focused on the bright-side, I'm thinking that she is the first backwards potty trained kid ever.
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