Sounds glamorous, eh?
Avery does very well potty training at daycare. She is the youngest one in her class, but according to her teachers she does extremely well and according to her daily sheet, she is using the potty about 4 times a day (and having a wet/dirty diaper 1 or 2 times).
At home it's a different story. We reward with an M&M, a sticker on her chart, a sticker to keep, and of course lots of encouragement and positive reinforcement. I am probably not as consistent about asking her as they are, because, well, I forget. And when I do ask, a lot of times she says NO. We have had some success in the mornings this week, so that's great. What happened last night was not so great.
Rob and I were getting dinner ready (a gourmet dinner of grilled chicken, green beans and corn, and oven fries) and Avery said she needed to go potty. Great. BUT. You cannot help her get her clothes and diaper off. She has to do it herself. And if you just take her diaper off, she will get so frustrated that she will try to put it back on so she can take it off herself. Stubborn much? So that's a 5 minute ordeal in and of itself. Finally, she sat on the potty. I stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a minute and went back into the kitchen to do something. I went back in a minute to check on her, and she had gone into her room and got her black patent leather dress shoes and was sitting on her potty chair, putting them on.
Awwwwwwww, how cute, I thought. Oh, gotta put the fries in the oven.
Time lapse of maybe 2 minutes.
Rob goes back to check on her, and we found out exactly what a 2 year old can do in 2 minutes given a) poop b) black patent leather shoes c) carpet.
She had pooped in the corner of her room, stepped in it, tracked it across the carpet of her room, onto the floor in the hallway, and into the bathroom. Looking back I really should have taken a picture because words cannot express how much poop was on the carpet. It was astounding, really. And the smell...
Cue 5 minutes of mass hysteria trying to contain the toddler, keep the dog from eating any(more) poop, and cleaning 3 types of flooring and, of course, the black patent leather shoes. Of course we're laughing the whole time because that's what we do, but it was a mess to say the least. THANK GOD we are already scheduled to have new carpet installed next week.
Of course we had a talk about not pooping on the floor, only pooping in the potty, etc. to which she heartily agreed (no poop on floor, ONLY in potty).
And then she had the nerve to demand to "EAT, EAT" once we got everything cleaned up and got back to making dinner.
Oh, excuse us that dinner is a little late tonight, Avery. So sorry to inconvenience you. You must be starving...