Potty Training Vacation: Day Two

After a somewhat rocky start, today turned out to be an excellent success.  The only problem was that I think I rushed trying to get her overnight diaper off right after she woke up.  I was excited and wanted to get the ball rolling, but when Zoey first wakes up in the morning she's a grouchy beast until she drinks her milk and watches an episode of Blues Clues.  She seriously doesn't want to talk to anyone or function in any capacity until these two things are accomplished.  I know this.  So I should have known better than to try to talk potty training when Steve had only just discovered the second Blues Clue.  This resulted in a minor meltdown, some airborne race cars, and a pee accident on the floor.  I backed off after that and she was fine the rest of the day.

I decided to skip underwear altogether today (for Zoey, not me!) and let her run around all day in just a t-shirt in the interest of making it as easy as possible for her to get to the potty and do her business in time.  Plus who doesn't love running around half-naked in the summer?  She peed on the potty every single time for the rest of the day!  There were a couple times where she was perched a little weird and we had run-off on the floor and one time where I don't know what happened or how she managed to do it, but a pee fountain shot up from her girlie-bits and sprayed the living room.  It was bizarrely impressive.  In good news, my hardwood floors haven't been this clean in a long time.  They get a good scrub every time she goes.  But I'm sort of hoping she decides to use the regular toilet in the bathroom before too long as opposed to her mini portapotty.  It's going to get awkward if she's 13 years old and whizzing in the living room.

She LOVES her little potty though, she carries it all over the house.  Maybe she's testing out where her favorite place to pee is.  A couple times I caught her peeing on both the large dining room table and her own little table.  She put the potty on the table then sat atop it like the queen on a very large throne.  Don't worry, I swear I cleaned off all the tables, you shouldn't find any pee under your dinner plate.  At least enough to notice...

The only thing we had no success at all with was the #2.  I could tell she had to go but she just didn't want to sit on the potty to make it happen.  So awhile later I heard this terrified scream from the kitchen and came around the corner to see Zoey RUNNING and pooping and screaming all at the same time.  There was this sad little trail of nuggets behind her and she was fleeing as if the poo was trying to attack her.  I have NO CLUE what was going through her mind, but she threw herself into my arms and exclaimed "the poop, Mommy, the poop got the floor!".  I wanted to reassure her, but I was trying not to laugh and I didn't even know where to start, especially when she pointed it at it and added "be very very careful, Mommy".   I was so confused, I just gave her M&Ms and changed the subject.  Hopefully the mystery poo-monster doesn't visit tomorrow.

The next day's game plan is to reintroduce the underwear and see if we can maintain an awesome success rate.  Cross your fingers!