Cliff Hanger
I know you're all dying for a potty-training update. It's the most suspenseful narrative since, um, that time Angel was trapped in a box under the sea for a whole summer. For instance.
Our efforts go something like this:
Me: "When you're three, there will be no more pullups. Then you'll wear underpants all the time."
Mabel: "No, when I'm six, I'll wear underpants."
Mabel, this morning, from the other side of the room where she has barricaded herself behind a fence made of two small chairs, a baby stroller, a large toy car and some items of dollhouse furniture: "I'm just sitting here not doing a poo."
Mabel, just now, as she tripped lightly past me to wash her plastic horsie in the bathroom (she enjoys washing all her toys, frequently, wetly, using up all the soap): "Don't smell me, I'm not pooey."
So you can see how well that's going. She'll be three in a week. We're going away that weekend, but once we come back, will I stick to my guns, or will my carpet forever regret it?
Labels: conversations, potty training, TV, updates
posted by Maud @ 2:10 PM
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3 Comments:
The difference of course is that we can be fairly sure that the character of Angel will not be written off of a show called Angel, so the suspense level isn't terribly high*.
But Mabel's potty training adventure could take any number of twists and turns. She could be trained tomorrow. She could refuse to train until the day of her third birthday, or until you feed her a daily cupcake. It's all so unpredictable.
*It did happen to Valerie Harper, though, so I suppose it's possible.
You are a fount of wisdom and reassurance.
just like with Iris and the coat, their lives are so simple right now that while you are doing a million things AND trying to potty train her, all she has to do is *not* potty train. especially if it's a chance to exercise some power, right? not to say toddlers are all bored megalomaniacs, but they kind of are.
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