Months ago, we bought a pink potty simply to start the conversation around what would happen in the months to come as we transitioned from nappies to pants. But recently, we’ve properly decided to explore potty training with The Duchess. I am three months away from my due date, which means either she potty trains now or we wait until the kid is pushing three. Because Lord help me if while sleep deprived, I am constantly running a toddler to a potty while an infant is treating me like a milk machine. I am not made with that kind of patience.
She occasionally goes where she’s meant to at the moment, but mostly she goes in her pants. Sometimes, she asks me to put pants on her SO she can go in them. Last week she came home and bragged about pooping on my in-laws floor.
Somehow I’m not sure she’s getting the concept.
I gave that horse a voice and talked to her as Mr Horsey until my throat became sore. When the golden opportunity presented itself, I held him over her potty when she wasn’t looking, poured water in and shouted, “OH.MY.GOSH! Horsey wees on the potty.”
The kid about fell over.