I’m not sure how it happened, but it finally did. Amariah is potty trained! A few days ago she finally started telling me when she needed to go to the bathroom–before it was too late.
It’s been a long road getting to this point. I first started setting Amariah on the toilet around 1 year of age. You wouldn’t think potty training should span a 1 1/2 year period; apparently, she wasn’t ready and I wasn’t committed. (Although, to give myself a bit of a break, part of that time I simply wasn’t able to commit–I was pregnant with twins, and then I had twins!) My lack of commitment led to a lot of inconsistency, and her lack of interest led to a lot of frustration (which led to more inconsistency…). I tried a wide gamut of approaches: from discipline to reward and from encouragement to threats, nothing I did seemed to work.
A couple months ago I finally started telling people, “She is potty trained (i.e. I have done the training). Now she just has to decide to do it.” Things weren’t looking very promising, and then suddenly… something clicked! And boy, am I and the budget and the washing machine glad!