......All clean and ice cream sound exactly the same to a 2 year old.

I have been trying to potty train Amanda for some time now. she can pee on the potty like a champ. Poopie on the other hand is another story. She will not poop during the day. she waits until she is in her crib with a diaper on and go poop then. She must wait until she falls asleep and wakes up to poop because I have poked my head in her room after she's fallen asleep and I smell nothing. Believe me you can smell her butt from in the living room, down the hall, 20 feet away.  Her farts alone can burn of your nose hairs.

I've tried everything but take the diaper away to get her to go in the potty. I will not take the diaper away, I don't want to wake up to poop all over her room. She just doesn't need to poop during the day excluding the other day when she threw me a bone and pooped a little in the potty just to shut me up. seriously, she finished later that night and I got to clean it off her butt the next morning.

So this morning, I decided that maybe I should just suck it up and deal with it. Even after I got Amanda out of her bed gagging stink free. She was spotless. no pee, no poop. not a first but I congratulated her on being "all clean" just the same. I knew she was just teasing me and I wasn't going to give in to her devious plan for my torture.

Mandy does speak very clearly. If she chooses to speak at all. so when she started chanting "ikeen, ikeen" I heard all clean. I'm thinking, it this it? does she finally get it? Joy of joys she gets it! My hopes went through the roof. I took her over excited lead and asked her what she wanted for staying all clean all night. In between "ikeen" she said tinker very clearly. She wanted to watch the Tinkerbell movie she's been hooked on for the past month or so. Fine, I'll put up with it for the umpteenth time for a clean diaper.

I go and turn on the DVD and walk into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. I can still hear her cheering "ikeen" from the living room. or so I thought. I have a wide open living area with no walls to define the separate living/ dining/ kitchen areas. I turned to get the milk out of the fridge and there she was, the noisest shadow ever still chanting "ikeen", alternately yanking on the fridge door with all her 23 pound might and jumping up and pointing at the freezer.

It slowly dawns on me that she got me again. I was deflated, she didn't get it. She thought I said ice cream. Oh. Well. Now I was at a crossroads. I could tell her no and endure a day long hissy fit like the iced tea incident. yes, iced tea also sounds like ice cream to a 2 year old. I could also, still following her lead, Give her a little ice cream for having a poop and pee free night.

That's exactly what I did. I cheered her for no poopie pants, not for being all clean, gave her two teaspoons of ice cream and tried to not feel like a bad mom for letting her eat ice cream for breakfast. I am considering doing it again though if it gets her to use the potty for everything. I'll have to think about that one.

Mandy has since asked for toast and juice for a more rounded breakfast and a "hat" that apparently doesn't exist. As I sip my coffee and brace myself for the rest of the day I can't help but think that I need a three year old to translate.

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mierjo
Apr. 16, 2009 at 3:42 PM

LOL...that was too funny!! Good luck with the potty training!laughingErin

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