I am being driven batshit insane by Once Upon a Potty.
Unlike decent parents out there, we’d been putting off potty training as long as possible. Her diapers still fit, so what’s the problem? Am I the only one out there not longing to have our already limited out-of-house excursions curtailed by the demands of a preschooler’s bladder?
Then, Montessori forced our hand. Apparently during the two mornings a week she’s there, they’ve been letting her use. the. potty. For it’s intended purpose no less. (We almost had her convinced it was just a neat thing to flush minute bits of tissue down while Mom did her makeup.) Then she started asking to do so at home. (‘What? What’s that you say? What is this ‘pee-pee in the potty’ of which you speak?’) Now, since I—and apparently more than a few of my peers—didn’t get with the program fast enough, they’ve upped the ante. The kids in her class, most of whom are not yet ‘potty trained’ must come to school in pull-ups. No dipes allowed. Everyone will be encouraged to use the potty.
So, we broke down and bought S her own potty. And, the book. (To give you some idea of the experience: The text makes an awesome drinking game if you do a shot every time you get to the phrase “I, Prudence’s mother.”) Also, the video. The video that she would watch 24 hours a day if we let her. That’s all she wants to do now. Sit on her potty and watch the “potty video.” (You can watch a clip here. Sing it with me ‘Now, we’re goin’ to the potty, potty…) I’m hearing that damn song in my sleep.
All of which might be worth it, except that S won’t sit on the potty without her diaper on. She wants to “go pee and poop onna potty like Pwuedence” but only, she insists, if she can leave the diaper on.
This may take awhile.
