Potty-training- Mama.

It's no secret we've been avoiding potty-training June. She didn't want to do it and we didn't want to do it. Henry potty-trained at 3 years and 3 months and once he decided to do it, he never had an accident again.

June took a bit more persuading. Admittedly, even if she does have a toilet seat stuck on her head, at least she was sitting on the potty. Prior to this, she had been chugging juice, throwing tantrums when we asked her to sit on the potty and then peeing on the floor.

We even stocked up on hundreds of pairs of underpants- to no avail.

June acted excited about it. We had a cup that lit up, a garbage bag full of Polly Pockets (given to us by a total stranger who heard we had a little girl who liked them), and the promise of dance lessons if she would just pee on the darn potty.

June chugged and chugged and accidentally managed to pee once. We decided to make a big deal of it and erroneously decided to celebrate by taking everyone out for ice cream. That was a BIG mistake. June peed about 4 gallons on the floor and the workers still recognize us when we go back. Humiliating.

After that stunt, Henry was the only one who remained enthusiastic about the whole experience. He camped out in the bathroom and read stories to June for hours.

In the end, we figured out that June is best left alone when it comes taking care of business. After almost a month of training, June has improved so much that she's now hit another milestone- the "I can do it myself" stage. At least now she goes to the bathroom on her own instead of leaving a wet spot on the floor. She can even stay dry during naptime.

Well, mostly. Yesterday, June was downstairs for an hour when I asked her if she needed to go to the bathroom. She responded with something like "I don't need to go to the bathroom. I changed my underpants. I have dry underpants. I don't have poop in my underpants." "Poop? June? Did you poop in your underpants?" "I changed them. Now i have dry underpants." "Where are your dirty underpants?" "I changed them. Now I have dry underpants." "WHERE, JUNE?" "In the laundry." Sigh.