So, Liam's been off work for a few weeks, and I've been, well, in school and working. So somehow his super-human dad skills took over and he braved the screaming and fits of potty training. Aside from the few meltdowns I was privy to, he felt the brunt of the most of it- holding Micaela on the potty, not letting her have a pull-up, letting her nap in her underwear.
And somehow, someway, he did it. And she did it. And I basically got to stand by and let it happen. (And work. And go to school. I still get to grumble.)
And now she pees in the potty, or the toilet, depending on her mood. And we drive to town without any accidents, and she uses the toilet at other people's houses, and she still gets to wear the pull-up at night. (Thank God, because- well- really.)
And now my child is almost 2 and a half and almost completely potty-trained.
It was that easy :) (Do NOT tell Liam I said that).
Onto the next nemesis- the soother. C'mon super-human dad skills!
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