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potty training....mya?

Ok, so i was all set to potty train claire earlier this spring, but honestly, it or i kind of lost my sense of urgency. i sort of came to terms with the fact that she isn't even two years old and also the fact that she will do it when she is ready. so...i've laid off. well, chris has picked up the desire to get this kid trained. we decided to make a strong attempt today. we had everything-candy, shopping bribes, a party, etc. nothing seemed to work. in fact, claire got to the point where she didn't even want to sit on the potty. poor thing. anyway, after several attempts, i finally broke down and told claire that mya was going to use the potty. i stripped off her diaper and held her on the potty as we all sat and stared. i should include a brief side story before i continue--when claire was an infant, my sister lisa called to tell me about some granola type mommas in boston who were listening to their infants and potty training them. we laughed about it as she asked if i was going to take claire's lead and potty train her as a baby. anyway, back to the story...mya's hanging over the toilet and about at her breaking point. she starts to fuss a bit when all of a sudden, the little bugger pees in the potty! i was laughing, chris just stared and claire watched in shock. it was hilarious. we celebrated to inspire claire and chris took her to the bathroom to show her what happens with the potty when you finally do go. i thought the role model would help the process, but no go. nothing. notta. claire has no desire to satisfy us or pacify us, whichever. oh well. i probably would have better luck training mya at this point. maybe i will be a granola momma afterall.

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Erin&Joshua said…
I so remember hearing/reading about that and I was actually a little grossed out because one mom actually carried a little shovel and would dig a little hole in the park to allow her infant to pee into (and they think we dog owners are unsanitary!).

I'm sure Claire will come around when she's ready :)

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