Living up to her status as my easy child, Penny is potty trained. This may come as a surprise to those who read this blog regularly because I haven’t really mentioned it before. I didn’t blog when Sammy potty trained, but it took me about a year to get her trained. With Ella, it took up a bit of my time, as evidenced by this post. And this one. And this one.
Why have I not written about my struggles? Well, there weren’t any. I like to think I got smarter with number three. Both Sammy and Ella trained at 2 3/4 years. Exactly. So I decided I wasn’t going to start worrying about it until then. I’m a busy person, I have other things to do than chase after a potty training toddler for six months. So I waited.
While I was waiting. Penny decided she didn’t like diapers. She took them off. She fought me when I put them on. She screamed in the car because it bunched up funny. It took ten minutes to get her diaper on. Every. Single. Time.
Finally, one diaper fight, I had enough.
screamed asked nicely, “Do you want to wear panties?”
She nodded yes.
I said (again, super sweetly) “Fine. Then you have to go potty on the potty. If you can’t, then you have to wear diapers.” (Waiting for my mother of the year award for that one.)
She said, “Okay.”
And that was it. She never had an accident. Day and night. It’s been a couple months now.
Sadly, I don’t think I can take credit. I believe, however, this solidifies Penny’s status as my easy child. Forever. Self-potty training wins. And I believe, that this is my last potty training post. Ever.