Kiersten’s Blog

I’ve been falling behind on the blogging for the last couple of months.  I wrote an entry last week but it didn’t seem appropriate to share with the whole world.  Hopefully I’ll be feeling better soon and up to some happy blogging.  As for now, I’m still just trying to make it from one day to the next.

I do have some good news.  London is totally and completely potty trained!  It has taken more than a year.  It was probably close to two years ago that I started to potty train her.  It’s been at least a year and a half.  When we moved here to San Diego, I vowed to get her potty trained in the first month.  I got close.  She learned to pee in the potty and have no accidents.  We kept diapers on at night.  But she still wouldn’t poop in the potty.  She never messed in her underwear.  She would just wait until she had a diaper on at night and poop in it.  Then I would change her and put her back to bed.  This lasted until just a couple of weeks ago.  At one point, I ran out of diapers and didn’t buy more, thinking she would just go in the potty.  This just caused her to hold it longer and get more and more constipated AND she peed in her bed every night so I was washing sheets every day.  It wasn’t worth the fight so I bought diapers again.  Recently we ran out of diapers again.  I had been telling her for weeks that when we ran out this time, I wasn’t buying more.  I was preparing to go through the same situation this time, but she was ready.  The first night in the middle of the night, she called me into her room while I was feeding Ashton.  She had peed in her bed, just a little.  She didn’t seem concerned about it, which worried me, but we cleaned up and went back to bed.  That was it.  The next night was fine and she started pooping in the potty.  It wasn’t even a big deal.  She just went!  Now it’s a normal thing.  Granted, the first day, she thought she got to go to Chuck E Cheeses and get candy and prizes and go to KidsVille and all sorts of other things.  Now she still asks for prizes but not as often.  The other day when she told me she was going poop, I started to get excited and she said, “Don’t be proud yet!  I didn’t go yet!”  She’s definitely proud of herself.  It’s a big deal for her.

The funniest thing about London being poop-trained is how she looks at every time she poops.  Once she goes, she looks in at it and tells me what it looks like.  I hear things like.  “It looks like a snake.”  “This one looks like a monster.”  “I think this one is a Christmas tree.”  “Oh, Mom, this one looks like a pineapple and that one’s an eye.”  Kind of gross, I know, but at least she’s going.  And it’s entertaining.  No two look alike to her.