I've been dreading potty training since the day Mallie popped out two years ago. I'll admit that I haven't read any parenting books. I'm treating this just like everything else I've done when it's come to parenthood ... I'm going with the flow. That said, I'm feeling like we're floundering here.
The last few weeks Mallie has been interested in the potty. We got her a potty insert and her own little potty seat ... cause you never know what makes a girl comfortable! Still no success, but we're working on it.
Over the course of the last week, she's figured out how to take her diaper off. Yep ... my girl likes to run free in the wind. Hasn't been too much of a problem until today. Mommy was having a pea-green moment and decided to take a bath and Daddy was in the bedroom watching tv. Neither one of us was paying too close attention to her. All of the sudden I smelled the tell-tale signs of an "accident." Yes, Mallory had barricaded herself into the laundry chute and pooped in there. I guess a girl needs her privacy.