Josh and I had a casual dinner one Wednesday evening not too long ago with the parents of one of Violet’s classmates. Lauren and Tim are very down to earth and fun and we all clicked when we met at Monkey Joe’s during a bounce house birthday party. None of us takes ourselves too seriously and I secretly love that I can say just about anything to Lauren without judgement. Usually she can one up me with some ridiculousness, so she’s one of those rare people that make you feel instantly comfortable and a little less insane.
Lauren mentioned that their daughter was moving up into the next class at school within the week.
WHAT?!? No, they can’t separate our girls!
I quizzed her frantically for any clue that Violet would be moving up as well and it seemed what was the separater from the ‘young 3’s’ to the ‘older 3’s’ was the ability to go potty. The answer appears to be “Not in your pants”.
It seems that’s exactly where the bar is set with regard to assessments throughout life (preschool, a drunken night in college, the retirement home etc.). Did she shit her pants? No, ok, she’s good to go.
We haven’t put a lot of pressure on Miss V to go potty just because I know when she’s ready, she will do it. She goes at school regularly, but we still send her in a pull-up, so I guess it’s really on us to reinforce it at home. After determining that Violet wasn’t moving up with her friends because of this potty issue, I was determined to boot camp it.
The next day, I decided to take a vacation day Friday and we’d have Friday through Monday since Monday was Memorial Day and a holiday from work. Four days. We’ve got this!
Violet likes to get up early (say, 5-5:30 am) and immediately demand milk and Tinker Bell (or Sophia the First) before she gets all the way down the stairs. I was up and ready and took her straight to the potty, had her sit, and then put undies on her. “No pull-ups for Big Girls!”. Violet was excited about her new Sophia undies and we had some Elmo and Elsa undies to fill in should those be the first ones down in battle.
*Disclosure: I purchased Elmo undies almost a year ago thinking we’d start potty training. No go. 6 months later I bought Elsa undies thinking she now LOVES Elsa so this will make it happen. No go. As we put this off, Violet’s focus changed and we ended up spending a small fortune on character undies. Praying we can get through this with Sophia the First!!
After taking V to the potty every 30 minutes from 5am until 8am, Josh took over. Then big sister Laurel took over. Then we started the rotation again. She went almost every time and had *zero* accidents on Day 1. Success!!
Saturday and Sunday were also successful but we had a few accidents surrounding actual poop. Peeing = fine. Pooping = go hide and be quiet and do your business and then find Mommy or Daddy and announce “I need to go potty”. When you turn around it appears that you’re hiding a tennis ball in your pants.
A few pair of undies made it out to see another day, some just got thrown in an old Target shopping bag and left for dead in the Big Green Can outside. Sorry, not sorry, Elmo.
By Tuesday we were very proud to send Violet to school in undies with a spare change of clothes. Josh told her teacher that we potty trained over the weekend. We crossed our fingers that she’d make it through the day with no accidents.
Not only were there ZERO accidents, the Pull Up they put on her at nap time was dry when she got up! We were ecstatic. Violet had a great few days!!
Friday morning, Josh called me at work.
“Guess who’s moving up to the Big 3’s class next week? VIOLET IS!!!”. We laughed and high-fived over the phone.
We did it! Er, Violet did it!!! So proud of my big girl!