We had this nice pink potty sitting in our bathroom looking pretty and another mini 'throne' in her bathroom, both just sitting there looking pretty, collecting dust for the longest time. Well, she knows how to go potty since she was really excited over her fancy potty for a while and was practicing how to go about it but just refuses to do it, preferring the convenience of dumping her waste into her pull ups.
The day (19 April 2009) she pulled off her pull ups and fling it 3m away, declaring,'NO! I DON'T WANT TO WEAR MY PULL UPS!' Gosh, I thought she was having one of her meltdowns and I was just so tired to deal with it but who knows, she surprises me.
The day (19 April 2009) she pulled off her pull ups and fling it 3m away, declaring,'NO! I DON'T WANT TO WEAR MY PULL UPS!' Gosh, I thought she was having one of her meltdowns and I was just so tired to deal with it but who knows, she surprises me.
Me: Why not?! You don't know how to go potty!
Chloe: NO PULL UPS!!
Me: FINE! You wear your panties and if you want to pee, go to the potty. OK?
That's it! We had a little dramatic exchange and voila, she was potty trained in a day. Hey girl, we should have this conversation earlier. Ha! And I'm so proud of you.
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