This is the final short story discussing our misadventures in "pottyhood".
This short story takes place in the bathroom about a week ago... Simret had just finished going potty in her potty chair, with her Daddy's assistance. This is the 4th time that she has gone #2 on the potty (but who's counting?). She has gone each time with Daddy in the bathroom; never with while Mommy was trying to help her; so this day Daddy gets the new title "The Potty Whisperer"- which Colton (our 17 year old) just rolls his eyes at all the celebrations and talk about Simret using the potty. This time after she finished she jumped up from the potty seat and ran into the living area; where I was. She didn't give Lance enough time to whipe her nor pull her pants up. So, she was running around with her pants around her ankles in circles-a sort of tribal dance in celebration of her potty accomplishments. Of course, I am clapping and cheering (which you are not supposed to do according to everything I read-but to me it is something to celebrate-one step closer to less laundry). Then, I see Lance coming from the bathroom and shaking his head in disbelief. I am curious as to why he is not joyous on such an event. Apparently, she hadn't finished going-so not only was there stool still on her backside, but there were about 4 little turds trailing her celebratory dance? And...once again, the dogs were there to assist in the clean-up-which adds another degree of madness to the situation.
Moral of the story: "The Potty Whisperer" needs to work on his technique if he wants to keep this title by encouraging Simret to celebrate after her task is competed.
It would also be nice if she went when Mommy is assisting her? Instead of having me read 4 books 3 times each and then saying "all done" with no results. ....or maybe I should just be content with the current situation-in fact, it might be good father-daughter bonding time?
I am quite sure that the potty training saga will be continued...
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