Armed with a drawer full of Dora the Explorer panties, an interactive Elmo book, and two potty chairs, Maudie still has yet to master the art of controlled elimination. She seems to have the hang of 'holding it' and has successfully made several excursions out of the house when I forgot she is only wearing undies under her dress. However, she doesn't quite know she has to go unless she is asked or she's peeing the floor. At which she'll sprint to the bathroom and squirm until her britches are down. If she doesn't go in the first 30 seconds, she's not going to go. I learned that lesson by spending much of my Saturday afternoon perched on the stool.
One of the 8,341 tips that I have read about potty training is to have a 'open door' policy when it comes to Mom and Dad using the throne. We have adopted this policy which has resulted in Mommy getting a sticker and bubble gum and Maudie suggesting that Daddy had already pooped his pants when he tooted in the living room. On Sunday Chris wanted to take her while he ran an errand and I told her to go in and potty before getting in the truck. She gladly said "OK, MOM! I go potty with my hand!" I had no idea what she was trying to tell me...until I disrobed her from the waste down and she stood over the potty chair with her hand at her groin. Perhaps the open door needs to be closed a crack.
