(Fair warning: I’ve been potty training my kid for almost 6 months now. Pee and poop don’t faze me.)
But, about a week and a half ago, it was a way different story. We started to have a pee problem. For the past 5ish months, I’d say, conservatively, that 90% of our accidents were poop. Pee has never been her issue. It was Saturday morning and I was folding laundry on our bed and she ran in and stood on the edge of our carpet (like, you couldn’t have stood 6 inches over on the hardwood?) and peed a puddle. I was stunned. WHAT? She was upset, as she is every time she has an accident. We took care of it, and over the course of the next week she did that at least a half a dozen more times. We tried to be more involved in asking her if she needed to go more, etc and it just didn’t seem to be making a difference. The climax of the story comes when I had to drive to daycare at 10 am last Wednesday because she’d already peed through her shoes AND her spare shoes. And her other shoes were at home drying after having been peed in the day before.
I was a confused lady. Nothing like thinking something’s done and then all of the sudden it’s time to pee all over everything. We simply don’t have the shoe wardrobe to support this behavior.
I decided to revert back to the tried and true bribery method of potty training, one that she was a little too young for when we PT’ed her. She loved her rainboots and is outgrowing them. Although it’s cute to watch her dedicate herself to fitting her size 7 foot into the size 6 boot, I saw an opportunity to swoop in with new, exciting, bigger boots! (Ironic, since shoes are at the center of our pee issue, no?)
So, I got these boots (“boops” in Margo-speak) off our company bulletin board. They’re an upgrade bc they’re loud and they fit, and they’re Mini Boden (Margo is a brand whore). I set it up like so: if you are a big girl and have no accidents at school, you can wear the “No Accidents Boots!” At first she was like, “Ok, whatever.” but I think she’s on board now. Yesterday she asked about them as soon as I put her in her carseat and we put them on as soon as we got home. School shoes off, No Accidents Boops on, Mr. Rogers style.
As the Happy Gram indicates, they had her take her nap in underwear yesterday (something we haven’t been brave enough to attempt) and she woke up dry. And it was so nice that they made a huge deal of it, made both me and Margo feel like champions. While I can’t claim “THE MAGICAL BOOPS ARE WORKING!” and that they deserve all the credit, we have been accident free since that horrible Wednesday. (knocking on wood because I know the jinxing power I have when I make a declaration like this.) Maybe they’re making us be more mindful and talk about it more. Whatever the case, it’s an instance where I sort of feel like a smart and conniving mother. Mwhahahah. And the boops are cute.