Oh man, what a fun evening we had.
My original plan was to start potty training fast and furious during my maternity leave. Things got a little busy/ crazy with two kids, so that never ended up being a priority.
I got home Thursday and noticed that Kenzie had a bit of a rash on her bottom, so I decided to let her soak a little longer in the bathtub. I also thought, “This would be a great opportunity to start using her big girl undies!” So, rather than put a night time diaper on her and not let the rash breathe, I put on her Minnie Mouse undies. I talked to her about it, and explained that she needed to let mama or dada know when she needed to potty, and we would take her up to her pretty potty.
She has already gone potty on it a few times, so she knows the drill. She enjoys playing with her potty more than using it, though. For example, she will place her bear on the potty seat and say, “Bear going potty”….so she totally gets it, but she just isn’t interested in using it herself.
So I bring Kenzie downstairs, and Mike says, “This is a terrible idea, I don’t like it”….I told him just not to let her sit on the couch or anything. Easy enough, right? So I go upstairs to start running Maddy’s bath. [I feel all that I do after getting home from work is change diapers, clean up toys, bathe the kids, and feed them constantly]. I realize all of Maddy’s diapers are downstairs, so I run down to grab one. I notice that Kenzie is sitting on Mike’s lap and he is combing her hair (she won’t let me do it – everything I try to do gets a “Dada Do!!” She hates me already!).
As I walk by, I say, “Wow, you’re brave” and continued on upstairs to get Maddy ready for her bath. Before I can even get Maddy to the tub, I hear Mike scream, “AHHH!!!” And then I just waited. He ran up the stairs holding Kenzie out like she had some type of disease. I took her and asked what was wrong, just to be funny. He was clearly pissed (no pun intended).
You guys, she seriously had the smallest amount of pee on her nightgown. Mike claims that was because it all leaked out onto him. He had already run to change his shorts. HILARIOUS. After he changed and I cleaned up Kenzie, he said, “We’re not doing that anymore” in a super pissed off/ attitudey kind of voice…and then I asked him what his suggestion was for potty training. “She’ll just tell us when she has to go, and then we’ll take her to the potty”….HAHAHAHA. Well, maybe when she’s 4 she can do that.
Looks like I’m going to have to do the potty training while he is not home! Not like I have anything else to do.