My toddler just chooses when and where she will do it.
I'm trying to be so laid-back with this potty-training business but I'll tell you I am so tired of buying cutsie pull-ups in addition to diapers just to suffice my daughter's whims.
About a week before we left for FL she decided she wanted to attempt this again. I rolled with it. Bought Dora panties, Princess Pull-Ups, and stocked the cabinets with lots of her favorite treats (Granola Bites and Smarties). The novelty wore off quickly but she continued to do well on vacation and even had one fluke of a poop on the actual toliet (to which I responded with whoops of excitement and promises of special toys to which
she responded "NO!, I don't WANT special toys!" Okaay....)
SO! Now we are back to the norm and she is choosing to pee on the potty most times but pooping is still a no-go. We've talked a ton about not pooping in her Princess Pull-Ups (cause mommy is cheap and those suckers are pricey) so she is clever enough to wait until early morning to take care of "business" in her nighttime diaper (and again, yes I am using diapers cause she poops and pees anyway in her sleep so what's the point of ruining a pull-up...not to mention it is down right GROSS to change a poopy pull-up!)
NOW. Today we were doing well. I bought new DORA pull-ups yesterday and we talked again about keeping it "clean and dry" so this afternoon before naptime when I knew she sometimes has to "go" I tried several times to get her to sit on the toilet and even sat in there reading books for 10 minutes with her. Nothing.
Finally she came and asked me to put a diaper on so she could poop. First time she's ever flat-out asked so I said okay but gave the whole "blah blah" speech about how proud of her I would be if she went on the potty. She answered "Okay, Mommy" and trotted off to her room to do the deed.
5 minutes later she comes up and taps me and says, "Mommy, can you come pick up my poop off the floor?" I go in her room to encounter a stench strong enough to put an outhouse to shame and a very large "gift" laying on the floor next to the diaper that she took off when she was done.
SICK!!!!!!!!
ARGH!!!!!!
Did I forget to mention that two days ago she peed on the carpet outside of her bathroom (of course she couldn't do it two inches over and on the vinyl) and as much as I have scrubbed it, it still smells like a men's urinal throughout my upstairs loft? I feel like I'm living in a barn. Seriously. Enough already.