Saturday, November 13, 2010

Still potty training

I spoke too soon. Since her miracle unchi on the potty at IKEA, Magdalena has yet to repeat said feat. I've been cleaning up yucky messes once or twice a day, every day. Let me tell you, it doesn't take long for that to get old and the worst part is that it's grosser than changing a diaper. She had all these accidents despite my CONSTANT VIGILANCE. One day I was monitoring her very closely because I could read the signs that a BM was on its way. But for one moment I ran upstairs to get something and I wasn't even halfway up before I heard Magdalena tell me she'd had an accident in her panties. So frustrating.

This morning, however, we had a small success. Magdalena went upstairs to get dressed and when I went up to check on her there was a little surprise on the (tile! thank goodness it's tile!) bedroom floor. BUT. She finished on the potty. So there was much rejoicing.

And wow, am I ever eating my words when it comes to nighttime training. With Miriam I thought it would be cruel to send a mixed message that it wasn't OK to wet yourself during the day but at night (in a diaper) it was just fine. And I still agree with that in principle. Miriam did very well with night-training, perhaps even better than she did with the daytime stuff (because I think her main problem was that she has a little too much bladder control).

But with Magdalena, I have broken down and put her in a diaper for nighttime. Sometimes she wakes up dry and sometimes she doesn't. I just can't deal with wet sheets in the middle of the night, not when both girls are barely sleeping through the night again (as of last night, for the first time in a couple of weeks). At first I bought a package of Pull-Ups even though I fully realize that they are nothing more than really expensive diapers. But the other day at the store I noticed some diapers that are the pull-up style but they are still called diapers, so they are about a third of the cost. Jackpot! I don't know if they exist anywhere else but I was so happy to see them here.

Magdalena insists they are not diapers so we call them Special Panties. We've even got Miriam on board calling them that, but it took some convincing by Magdalena. Later Miriam asked me, "but they're really diapers, right?" Yes, Miriam. Yes they are.

I'll leave you with two subject-appropriate pictures that I took at a regional church meeting yesterday. The meeting was held in a hotel ballroom (but it wasn't a ball) and I took one look at the restroom men/women icons and knew I had to get a picture. The problem is, the pictures were located on the doors themselves. I knew that as I aimed the camera to get the shot, I would run the risk of having a restroom patron open the door right then and there and see me doing so. It was a big risk. But I took it. And unfortunately, I failed. The pictures are blurry. Sorry. But perhaps you can tell that the men's bathroom sported an icon of a man in keffiye and golubiyye:

and the women's icon is wearing full niqab and abaya:

It's totally clear, right? Right? Sorry.

6 comments:

Amanda said...

Potty training is the bane of my existence. Addison still has accidents (up to four times a day!) and Charlotte only goes if I make her sit on the potty every 30 minutes, without fail. And even then, she has outsmarted me and started wetting her pants in that last moment as we are walking to the bathroom. I almost would just rather keep them all in diapers for the rest of their lives. Except that Addison is supposed to start Kindergarten next year and I'm sure they would never allow that. Blah!

Lark said...

Ugh. Potty training. I read your previous potty training post last week and thought, "Good for Bridget for getting Magdalena potty trained." Sorry its not working out so well. Now that I'm on my 3rd kid, I am waiting until she's BEGGING me to let her wear panties (which was unfortunately this week). Anyway, she has to beg for the panties so I know she's serious about it. I still put her in diapers too. I do hear about those kids that potty train themselves in like a day. Who does that?! I think their parents are stretching the truth.

Suzanne Bubnash said...

Someone I know claims that her son was potty-trained at 10 months. Yeah. I asked her if he told her he needed to go, then crawled up to the potty, climbed up, pulled down his drawers, etc. She just said he needed a little help. I visualize her following him around w/ bowl to catch it wherever he was, and calling it trained. Ugh.

It will click for Majd sooner rather than later I think.

Sherwood family said...

I agree with everyone. Potty training deserves all of the bad rap it gets.

Did you have regional conference with Elder Hallstrom? He mentioned when he was here that he'd be up your way and I thought of you.

Liz Johnson said...

BLECH BLECH SUPER BLECH AND UGH.

I hate, hate, hate, hate potty training. May it go swimmingly from now on. As in - may the poop swim in the toilet and not plop on the floor. Amen.

Kelli said...

Oh Bridget. We are in the exact same boat here. Matthew actually prefers to go poo-poo in his undies. It doesn't bother him a bit. Totally opposite of McKay, who used to hold in his poop for 3 days rather than go in his underwear( I withheld the diapers from him too, just like you did for Miriam). Yuck-y!

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