If hearing M&M's makes you think about potty training, you know you're a mom. I'm a little "late" - if you believe in that - about getting ready to potty train Hope. She's smart. She's extremely verbal. She's entirely capable.
And she's my most strong willed child yet. And that's saying a lot.
I wish I could blame my husband's side, but they get it honestly from both sides of the family. I think God knew if either Doug or I married people who were not equally strong willed, the other person would have been in trouble.
SO, Hope. Potty training. M&Ms. And wisdom teeth.
I started working with Hope one day last week. I'm tired of paying for diapers for two. She finally said she was ready to be a big girl! I thought I would have her down in just a day or two. She's already staying dry most nights for pete's sake.
Day two I called a friend, who has two children - one recently becoming a "big boy." After she laughed at me for calling her when I have four and she has two, she gave me her suggestions.
And by the time day three was over Hope was winning. Big time.
So, I turned back to the M&M's for every "accomplishment" and we are slowly getting somewhere. However, there is a funny twist to this for me.
Just before Breeley was born I told Doug I wanted him to have to potty train a child. Just one. I'd do three. He laughed and commented on how nice it was to work sometimes. I believe I punched him. (Jokingly of course!)
And now we come to this. I have to have my wisdom teeth out. And Hope is not yet potty trained. So, Doug will be taking over the watch for the potty dance for the next several days. Unfortunately I'm hoping to be too out of it to be able to watch and see what I can learn from him. :)
Hopefully when I wake from my drugged state sometime next week I'll have a completely potty trained child. If not, the laundry will be calling!