Amy J. Bennett

Extraordinary Faith for Everyday Life

DQ, Here We Come

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*warning – lots of potty training talk*

OK, I really thought we were over this.  Potty training has got to be a torture device in some country.  Last year Lexi was doing so well.  Somewhere in the past few months she regressed.  I don’t remember how or when it happened but suddenly she wasn’t going #2 in the potty anymore.  At the same time, while Emma WAS going in the potty, she was still having issues where it would get so big, it was scary.  All of this caused more stress than I care to admit.    I finally started regularly giving them Myralax again and while it helped Emma, it resulted in some HUGE messes here at home and out and about with Lexi.  I WILL spare you the details of that ( I DO have pictures..it’s that bad).

I had to figure out something to get Lexi to go in the potty.  I actually had forgotten about Chuck E Cheese that had worked last year and when Lexi told me randomly she wanted a “brown and white shandwish” (ice cream sandwich) from DQ, I told her if she went in the potty, she could go.  No dice.  In fact, after she had gone in her pants again, she said “Oh well, at least I have gum.”

Then Emma had done so well, I told Emma I was going to take her and Lexi could stay home.  Well, wouldn’t you know THAT was enough incentive and she went within the hour I think.

So last night Lexi got her brown and white shandwish and boy, did I feel like I deserved that cookie dough Blizzard.  Yum.  So TODAY Lexi says she wants a banana slit (banana split) and then asks what it looks like.  She just heard Emma say it yesterday.  But she’s gone twice today already.

And I’m fully prepared to buy stock in DQ…because you know she’s really twisting my arm to go to DQ every night until we’re in the clear.

And no, I’m not seriously prepared to go every night for any stretch of time.  Well.  Maybe.

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  1. It will get better.

    There were many times when the thought of giving up was foremost while going through it with our son. Now that it is 15 years in the past, I can laugh – just not then.

  3. We went through the same thing with Matthew…he had a bad experience with a babysitter who hit him (he never went back when I found out) after an accident and he would hold it until he either got sick or we had to take him to the doctor because of fever. It took a while with us and the new babysitter reassuring him that accidents happen an it wasn’t a big deal until he started going on his own. He was 4 and a half when it finally got better. Hang in there!