At 18 months, I got her a potty seat to go on the toilet so that she could get used to sitting on the potty. However, lately she's been downright adamant that she was not going to sit on it. I had to get a new plan and this time I bought her a small potty that was just her size. When we pulled it out of the box, she decided that she would use it as her new tv chair. She thought it was the perfect chair for sitting back and enjoying her favorite Dora the Explorer episodes. We had to nix that idea, quick and told her that the potty belonged in the bathroom.
Yesterday, I loaded her up with 2 full,10 oz. cups of juice hoping that it would force her to go. She, of course, wouldn't go before the appointment and actually held it until we got in the car. By the time we got to the doctor's ofice her diaper must have weighed 2 lbs. OY! Luckily, Doctor Hopkins decided not to put a catheter in her and wanted me to try to get another sample from her today.
She was much more willing to sit on the potty today. She even hummed while she was on it and I suppose it helped that I had told her that she would get a cookie if she would pee pee in the potty. So, she sat there while I read her Dora books to her. By the third Dora book, I heard a trickle and started to get excited about her pottying. Marisa got a big, HUGE grin on her face and halfway through, she yelled out CCCCCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE! She had remembered the bargain. She was so excited about the cookie that she had forgotten what I was excited about.
Maybe potty training won't be so bad now that I know her weakness. I knew the kid had a sweet tooth like her dad's, but I never guessed it would be her ultimate weakness.
