Sydney has been in the midst of her baby-to-big-kid transitions for a few weeks now. It all started when she turned two on May 1 and we got rid of her bottles. (I know, she was too old for them, but what’s the difference between drinking milk from a bottle or sippy?)
I put all the bottles in a bag and we took it to church to give to Baby Evyn. Sydney loves Baby Evyn and was thrilled that Evyn got to have her bottles. She talked for days about Baby Evyn drinking from her bottles.
And best of all, when Sydney wasn’t looking, Evyn’s mommy gave me back the bag of bottles in case we need them again. Those Avent bottles aren’t cheap!
Next on the agenda was moving out of the crib. I really was hoping to keep her contained at least until she turned
18 3, but when a kid is climbing out, it is time to make the switch. Shockingly enough, she only got out of bed two times the first night and once the next.
So today we are moving on to the pinnacle achievement, potty training. I had planned, again, to wait until Sydney was 3, but I have just been more and more sick of changing diapers. And buying them. I can think of a lot of things I would rather be spending money on than diapers.
And besides me being ready, Sydney is definitely showing the signs of readiness. We have been going through about 10 diapers a day for the past couple of weeks because she insists I change her every time she pees. She also loves to be a big girl like her sissies and wants to do everything they do.
I have everything set for potty success. I stockpiled a bunch of DVDs to watch on the kitchen TV. I brought the little potty into the kitchen. I got a bunch of “new” garage sale toys to entertain the natives. Then I stocked up on juice boxes and pretzels and dug all the size 2 undies out of the under-the-bed tub.
We will be attempting the “cold turkey” method of potty training, otherwise known as potty training in one day. I did the same thing with Georgia and after one excruciatingly frustrating day, she was done. So I am optimistic.
To potty train cold turkey, I put the child in underwear. (Remaining in the kitchen or another room with easily cleaned floors is key to remaining sane.) Then I feed her salty snacks and ply her with juice boxes until she is practically drowning.
The result is frequent
accidents chances to practice using the potty. What happened with Georgia was that she had about 10 accidents the first day and never once made it to the potty. But the next day she made it to the potty every time and only had one accident.
Check my updates on Twitter by following me @occupationmommy. Hopefully by the weekend we will be well on our way to a diaper-free household. (But I reserve the right to quit at any time and try again when she is three. Or 18.)