Today things went even better. Eliza only had one real accident, and otherwise pottied herself with much less whining and crying than yesterday. She is getting better at the parts of the process that are more difficult for her, such as physically walking to the potty in the first place and pulling her pants up and down. She is very proud of her new skills!
The big news, however, is that she got her #2 into the potty for the first time! She wasn’t happy about it, but after several tries of squatting and whining, she managed to relax and make it happen. And then she couldn’t stop pointing at it in there and squealing, “Mommy WOOK! YAZA POOP IN DA POPPY!!!” (Translation: “Mommy, look! Eliza pooped in the potty.”)
I must share my two secrets with all of you:
1) She did it when we were outside and she was in her bathing suit. She could not bring herself to go in the suit, unlike in her training pants where it just fell right through them and down onto the ground.
2) It happened after several tries when I finally got her distracted and relaxed enough by combining blowing bubbles with telling her how proud all of her favorite people would be with her if she pooped in the potty.
As soon as I can get away to do it, I’m taking her for a special trip to the store to pick out some Dora underwear. I think adding them to the equation will give her a sense of pride and help keep the doo doo where it belongs.