Ingrid’s been peeing on the potty with total reliability for months. Number two, though? Never.
We’d tried all sorts of encouragement, all kinds of potties, all kinds of conversations, and a good long stint of no-pressure, hands-off waiting. Out of some sort of idealism, I’d been resisting offering bribes. And somehow I’d been thinking that, once I finally crossed into the world of offering presents and prizes for poops in the potty, it would definitely happen.
And we are still changing diapers. Ingrid apparently shares my resistance to such base forms of coercion.
She has her own ideas of what would help, though, as I found out the other day:
Mama: What do you think would help you learn to poop on the potty?
Ingrid: An ice cream cone.
Mama: Mmm, good idea. When you poop on the potty, it will be such a big day, we’ll go out and celebrate by having a big yummy ice cream cone.
Ingrid: No, no. [Stammering a little, trying to express an important thought.] While I’m sitting on the potty waiting for poop to come out, I’ll be eating an ice cream cone!
Somehow I think we’re just going to have to wait her out on this one.