I think that this is one of the worst aspects of parenting. While changing diapers is by no means a picnic, changing wet pants, soggy underwear, and cleaning floors while potty training is infinitely worse.
Because, seriously, who wants to go looking for the puddle?
Add in the ever-enjoyable task of repeating myself. “Do you need to go potty? Why didn’t you go potty on the toilet? Don’t you want to be a big girl? Big girls go potty on the toilet. If you go potty, you can have some candy. (Let’s not even think about the years of future dieting and possible therapy that will result from that little reward. Good job=candy. Nice.)
And, there is the wonderful part where you have to set the example. Sitting on the toilet, listening to a barrage of questions. “Mommy go potty? Mommy go potty on the toilet? Mommy’s a big girl? Mommy goes poop, or pee pee? Pee pee? Mommy goes pee pee? Pee pee on the toilet? Mommy gets candy?” Freakin’ Awesome.
So, you can imagine how excited we are that Aidan may have finally turned the page. I had the brainstorm yesterday to tell her that she couldn’t start dance lessons when she was still wearing diapers. Since then, no accidents. Yeah, we may only be at 22 hours post bribe, but I think that’s pretty darn good. (Now I’m just wondering when we should call the dance teacher.)