Potty Training

Ok- so K&A are 3 and not yet potty trained...we're getting there but let's face it- they'd rather wear pull-ups and go on about their day. Our journey began last summer when Auntie Misty decided she was going to move forward with my grand plan of potty training...2.5- a little young we thought, but what the heck, they are home all day long so why not give it a shot. And nearly 10 months later...we're still working on it. I don't understand. It's one of the most frustrating things. They understand, they tell me- "hey mom, change my poop!" Really? If you can yell at me from your play room to "change my poop" you should be able to walk over to the bathroom and release the chocolate hostage yourself. 


Back story for todays potty training moment: I'm home from work today with an uncomfortable A and a happy K. We have no daycare today because J took a vacation day- no big deal. I had a plan to get to work, but then A woke up screaming in the middle of the night (2 am) and seemed to only be consoled when G-Dawg or Mom was in the room. Eventually I gave up and G-Dawg brought her in the room....K followed seconds later. Since G is working nights, he was staying up playing Zombies on Black Ops (productive, I know) so the girls and I laid in bed and we finally settled back to sleep at about 3:15 am. Fast forward (FF) to the morning- Addie continued to cry, seemed to be really uncomfortable, started gagging in the hallway and puked up yellow spit. Great. FF to the potty story. So I'm posting my first blog and the girls haven't gone potty in a while. So Lazy Mom says- go potty or I'm turning off the TV. They just went into the playroom and next thing I know, K comes out to tell me that A peed all over the floor. When I say all over the floor, I mean it's a puddle about two square feet. So here I am, on my hands and knees cleaning urine up with antibacterial spray and Addie walks in, so proud of herself because she put a pull up on....AFTER SHE PEED ON THE FLOOR. Not more than 4 minutes later, she goes in the bathroom sits on the toilet and poops one of the smallest poops I've ever seen. So I guess we're 1-1 today for A. 


Rewind (RW) to a few weeks ago while we were visiting The Bay. A peed her pants while at Yia Yia's house. I'm cleaning her up in the bathroom when Uncle M comes in and informs me that Cousin Blake (who is younger than K&A) is potty trained and has been for a year. Thanks bud. 


FF to a few days ago Cousin JM calls me to discuss our upcoming trip to Boise. Which will take place in a few weeks- we're not real sure yet where we're staying because Cousin JN is having a baby soon and so Cousin JM offered us to stay at her house. Although, the first question she asked was if the girls were potty trained yet, because JM BF doesn't want them peeing all over their house. Really? 


What do I do? How do I get them to understand that we don't pee our pants. We've used sticker charts, M&Ms, other rewards, they can't go to preschool until they are potty trained. When they are home they wear underwear, at daycare (3 days a week) they have to wear pull-ups. Normally with me they are pretty good, but they hate going to the bathroom. Right now the big thing is if we can get through a week without accidents they can get a fishing pole (I dunno...it's what they want). Pull-ups to them are just diapers and they know they can pee in diapers and it won't make a mess. It's gross. It's frustrating. I guess they aren't ready? Moms ready...diapers and pull ups are expensive. 


On another note, it's seriously pouring in June. What the heck?