Lucy is a different child than Sam and has had very different attitudes toward the potty. I think he would have been potty trained at 18 months if we hadn’t moved overseas and been living constantly in others’ and had a second child all around that time. He started using the potty one month after arriving in France (he was 28 months) and never looked back, with just a few accidents at night.
I have been waiting to show more interest in it so that I don’t have to babysit her about it because I really just don’t have time for that. I knew it would be much easier, especially with Lucy, if I just waited for her to say the word. She has used a little potty (“just like June” her cousin) here and there since July. But after church on Sunday a flip switched. Kory asked her if she’d like to try, and her response was an enthusiastic “yes!” Then we offered her the chance to wear her Minnie mouse undies if she wanted, which have had no appeal before now, but another enthusiastic nod followed. Then she just kept up with the nods of yes and we just kept letting her wear the undies. And so she has officially been in them since Sunday morning. She’s had a couple of accidents in the early morning just-before-waking up hours so we’re still figuring that one out, as well as one or two after nap time when she’d much rather immediately play than empty her bladder. And she’s still navigating going #2 on the potty, but if nothing else, we’ll have her 31-month-old self in pull ups for a little while until she can wrap her mind around that. I’m very proud of her and very happy that I’m basically down to changing one little person’s diapers.
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