Worst Potty-Trainer Ever

Yep, that’s me.  I will proudly accept my certificate for being the worst potty-trainer ever.

How is that possible, I know you are wondering.  What is it that makes me such a bad potty-trainer?  Well let me tell you.

The Little One turned 2 is April.  I have put zero effort into potty training this kid.  I’m not sure if I am just lazy about it or if there is some psychological issue I have with my baby not being a baby any more.  Whatever the reason, I have not tried to train this child.

Despite my lack of effort, the little turkey seems hell-bent on learning to do the potty thing all on her own.

A couple days ago after she got out of the tubby, I got her diaper and jammies on her and then went to help the Big One get her jammies on.  The Little One followed me and proclaimed, “I need to go pee-pee.”  To which I will freely admit, I said to her, “You do not.  And if you do, you are wearing a diaper so you are fine.”

It’s terrible I know.  I wanted to get the Big One in her jammies and get moving with the routine.  Well you know what the Little One did?  She proceeded to go into the bathroom, take off her jammies, strip off her diaper and attempted to climb up onto the potty.

I’ve told y’all a million times that that Little One is short.  She doesn’t seem to realize this and it almost cost her her life the other day.  Okay so that may be an exaggeration, but she did almost hurt herself pretty good.

She climbed up on the step stool and proceeded to attempt this shimmy-slide-hop move to get herself from the stool up on to the potty.  I walked in just in time to see her slip off sideways and land hip first on the floor, while her arm remained hanging over the edge of the potty.

I thought to myself, that I was toast.  I figured it was the traumatic incident that was going to thwart her potty training efforts for good.  The Big One suffered a traumatic incident that definitely set us back a few months. You can read about it here. {Yes, this is an old one, before I got all crytpic about my kids names. And yes I am too lazy to go in and take the Big One’s name out of it!}

Anyway, no trauma for this kid. Much to my dismay she stood up and tried it again.  This time the maneuver was a success and she did in fact pee on the potty. . . .     No thanks to me.