Well, they were very gung ho at first and then we seemed to backslide quite a bit, but for the past 5 days, Alison has been ACCIDENT free during the day! (Pull ups at night - I know a WHOLE other beast!) Martin is a little more of a focused individual and I choose to believe he knows to go, but gets really invested in whatever he is playing with and has an average of one accident per day. Mostly tinkle, but sometimes the dreaded accident. I find myself a little unable to completely relax till t
he poo poo hits the potty.
Last Friday was about as much as I can handle in a day - here is a story that I told my friends at Twinstuff! We had taken Ali and Martin to get their first ice cream cone because they had a (virtually) accident free day... well - no one can ruin a day playing with friends, ice cream and a trip to the park like some 3 yr. olds! Sniff!
You don't have to read below. It's for purposes of torturing the kids later in life! To embarrass them when they are 16 and acting horrible!!!
It's a BEAUTIFUL DAY and after 4-5 inches of snow 2 days ago, we are LOVING IT! We get to go to the park because there are no accidents and everyone is behaving etc... WOO HOO!! YEE HAW! At the park, my patience starts to wane. Ali's doing the potty dance, but refuses to let go of it after a long time on the potty. Imagine the echoing building with the toilet that the stuff goes to some strange planet below! It's LOVELY. So we go in. We go out. Mathena has to go, we go in with her (Ali's holding herself and crossing her legs) she see's Mathena go. Great, Ali's turn again. Sits and sits and sits. NOTHING. I say "OK, if you have an accident - we are leaving". Go out, Martin has to go. Go in (dizzy yet?). Martin tinkles. We get down, we go out. Everyone is getting ready to leave. Katrine's MIL has to go. As soon as we get out, Martin insists he needs to poop! So, I tell them to leave and bring Ali in the potty. Well she's NOT happy about that. (remember it all echoes!)
Martin: I need to poop!
Me: Ok - pull pants down
Martin: NO! I don't need to poop
Me: Pull pants up
Martin: Screaming, NOoooooo, have to poop.
Me: Pull pants down, put him ON the potty (with the foldable seat thingy)
Martin: NO, no poop (he's PI$$ed NOW!)
Me: leave him there
Ali: CRYING IN THE CORNER OF THE GRODY BATHROOM ON THE FLOOR!
Me: tearing up
Martin: NO! jumps off potty
Me: pull pants up
Martin: No!!!!!!!!!!!! Need to poop.
Me: Drag them BOTH out of the bathroom
Outside: The people outside the potty are trying not to show me their laughter!
Martin: Have to POOP!
Me: grab Ali and Martin, back in the bathroom
REPEAT ABOVE, but TURN UP THE VOLUME BY 100 Decibels!
10 min. later we emerge from the toilet, I'm in tears Martin's naked from the waist down and I'm carrying him.
THROW all our CRAP into the diaper bag (they don't have SHOES ON EITHER!) and get Ali's hand carrying Martin.
Martin: SCREAMING over and over and over all the way back to the car - which wasn't just across a tiny bit of grass and a sidewalk (otherwise we would have used the car toilets).
My girlfriend can HEAR US and hasn't left yet (20 min. later!). She's trying to help, but I have LOST MY TEMPER completely. I put them in the back of the car on the potties. They are having a fit. I get angry at Ali and that makes her cry - she's the one that was actually being a bit cooperative and I messed that up completely (I gave her a big hug and told her that I was very sorry and the I was wrong yada yada yada).
Martin on the other hand. I put a pull up on him - thinking he's going to retaliate by pooping in his carseat. Put him in the car and attempt to buckle. NOTHING DOING!!! So I closed the door to tend to Ali who was with Katrine. Martin's trying to climb OVER the seat with the carseat on it and the stroller behind it. Katrine goes around to get him and he's SCREAMING that he has to poop. She's got him, but I am not buying it. I get Ali in her seat (after a long hug and kisses and apologies
) and finally have to use actual physical muscle to get Martin strapped in. He almost choked himself to death!
Give girlfriend a hug and get the heck out of dodge! Martin threw a fit the WHOLE way home (5 min. - 6 tops!). Thank goodness it wasn't long. I was crying, Ali was trying to sleep. It lasted till we came in. He tried to leave through the garage! Little rascal!
Martin: I need to poop!
Me: Ok - pull pants down
Martin: NO! I don't need to poop
Me: Pull pants up
Martin: Screaming, NOoooooo, have to poop.
Me: Pull pants down, put him ON the potty (with the foldable seat thingy)
Martin: NO, no poop (he's PI$$ed NOW!)
Me: leave him there
Ali: CRYING IN THE CORNER OF THE GRODY BATHROOM ON THE FLOOR!
Me: tearing up
Martin: NO! jumps off potty
Me: pull pants up
Martin: No!!!!!!!!!!!! Need to poop.
Me: Drag them BOTH out of the bathroom
Outside: The people outside the potty are trying not to show me their laughter!
Martin: Have to POOP!
Me: grab Ali and Martin, back in the bathroom
REPEAT ABOVE, but TURN UP THE VOLUME BY 100 Decibels!
10 min. later we emerge from the toilet, I'm in tears Martin's naked from the waist down and I'm carrying him.
THROW all our CRAP into the diaper bag (they don't have SHOES ON EITHER!) and get Ali's hand carrying Martin.
Martin: SCREAMING over and over and over all the way back to the car - which wasn't just across a tiny bit of grass and a sidewalk (otherwise we would have used the car toilets).
My girlfriend can HEAR US and hasn't left yet (20 min. later!). She's trying to help, but I have LOST MY TEMPER completely. I put them in the back of the car on the potties. They are having a fit. I get angry at Ali and that makes her cry - she's the one that was actually being a bit cooperative and I messed that up completely (I gave her a big hug and told her that I was very sorry and the I was wrong yada yada yada).
Martin on the other hand. I put a pull up on him - thinking he's going to retaliate by pooping in his carseat. Put him in the car and attempt to buckle. NOTHING DOING!!! So I closed the door to tend to Ali who was with Katrine. Martin's trying to climb OVER the seat with the carseat on it and the stroller behind it. Katrine goes around to get him and he's SCREAMING that he has to poop. She's got him, but I am not buying it. I get Ali in her seat (after a long hug and kisses and apologies
Give girlfriend a hug and get the heck out of dodge! Martin threw a fit the WHOLE way home (5 min. - 6 tops!). Thank goodness it wasn't long. I was crying, Ali was trying to sleep. It lasted till we came in. He tried to leave through the garage! Little rascal!

Ali and Martin received so many wonderful gifts. Lot's of CARS stuff for
Martin. The mini-Cars stuff is all the rage. Ali doesn't really have a focused interest like Martin does. She's a bit harder to buy for. All our friends with girls her age are really into everything PRINCESS. We only have Cinderella, so she's a little behind the curve on the princess hoopla (phew!). She does seem to like musical stuff. Her little piano toy is something she's really enjoying. She LOVES bubbles and blowing bubbles.