Smiling Mom

As I may have casually men­tio­ned yes­ter­day, my daugh­ter is out of dia­pers. Ohh hahaha whot wehew!

Excuse me while I regroup.

OK, I’m good.

So as I was saying. Dia­pers are soo yes­ter­day. Big girl pan­ties, are in the now.

eClaire began her potty trai­ning jour­ney just before the flu from hell hit our house and all but disa­bled her for nearly two weeks. During that time eClaire didn’t have energy to sit up, let alone try to potty on the toi­let. And let’s not talk about the effects that flu had on her bowels.… Yes. Let’s just say that we skip­ped pull ups all together and went straight back to diapers.

Square one, again.

Once she hea­led from the flu, we were ready to being our dia­per free jour­ney again. Key word in the last sen­tence, we. As in Hubs and me. We, as in NOT eClaire. She was at the point where she still cried every time she too­ted, (that’s lingo for gas in our house).

Now let’s just say that my dear daugh­ter has a remar­ka­ble stub­born streak. I have no idea where she gets it from. coughHUBBY­cough It couldn’t pos­sibly me! No!! I’m so willing to bend. cough­NOT­cough

Since we requi­red she wear undies during the day­time, she deci­ded to stop poo­ping. Like for four days. Oh my good­ness, you should have seen the size of her belly. And you can thank the Lord that you weren’t around to expe­rience her whiny, crying out­bursts during those days. She was un-com-fort-able! Oy, that belly!!

On a side note, it’s inc­re­di­ble how that child of mine can hold her pee ALL DAY LONG and only pee in her pullup during the night. INc­re­dI­BLE. But I digress…

So come nap time I inform ask eClaire that she would if she would be going go potty on the toi­let before we put her pull ups on.

And then the hys­te­ri­cal tan­trum began. Since I’m not one to back down from a tan­trum, I thought Game On what a lear­ning moment. Today I will BREAK HER eClaire will have the oppor­tu­nity to potty on the toi­let!! She will become Potty Trai­ned TODAY.

But…I got weak in the knees. I couldn’t do it. I nee­ded reinforcements.

Hubby came to the rescue.

He imple­men­ted Ope­ra­tion Potty Tan­trum.

Hubby went into the bath­room and sat on the floor rea­ding his maga­zine all the while totally igno­ring eClaire with the occa­sio­nal, “Sit down honey. You can get up once you’ve gone potty.”

A.N.G.R.Y SCREAM. MAD MAD TANTRUM A.N.G.R.Y SCREAM.

For like 15 minu­tes Hubby sat on that ground igno­ring her tan­trum, like the ama­zingly Super­nanny–trai­ned hus­band that he is, as I paced outside the door, pull up in hand and screa­ming “UNCLE!!”.

“It’s OK Honey. You can get up as soon as you pee.” (Remem­ber, she hasn’t poo­ped in FOUR DAYS)

“AHHHHHHHHHH WAAAA BLAAAA Grunt, Grunt, Grunt WAAAAA BLAAAA AHHHH”

“Daddy, I just poo­ped! WAAAAA!!”

“Great job honey, now go potty.” Hubby sat there for a few more moments until eClaire reluc­tantly went potty, got her off the toi­let and prai­sed the bajee­zus out of her. We all did the super happy (paten­ted) Smi­ling Family Potty Dance* and sent her off to nap.

And that, my friends, is how eClaire became potty trained.

From that moment on eClaire has hap­pily gone to the bath­room on her own accord.

I am diaper-free and filled with glee!

Ope­ra­tion Potty Tan­trum com­plete, thanks to Hubby

*No, there will not be a video clip included!