There Are No Straight Lines

When Riley had an accident on Tuesday it had been weeks since I'd changed a poopy diaper. In fact there hadn't been any accidents at all for days. The next day she won't go potty before nap and soon a

When Riley had an accident on Tuesday it had been weeks since I'd changed a poopy diaper. In fact there hadn't been any accidents at all, for days. The next day she wouldn't go potty before nap and soon after laying down she had an accident. She was trying to climb off the bed and onto her little blue potty, but she wet the end of the bed. She felt horrible.

It was a strange day she didn't have anymore accidents, but she was super reluctant to go sit on any of the potties. We seemed to be doing well yesterday, she even stopped playing with company over and peed on her potty. I was super impressed. So, much so that when I took a solo trip to Target last night to get Mike's father's day present I picked up a "good job using the potty" gift for Riley.

It was an Airel bath doll. She comes with a green bath crayon. The crayon was a huge deal. Riley was amazed that I was encouraging her to write on the tub. She wrote the letter E and drew a crescent moon and identified both. She gets all her artistic ability from her Daddy. I made a big deal about how big girls who do a good job on the potty get treats. By the way Riley says mermaid so cute.

Today was off to a great start until Riley found the nursing pad we were pretending was a diaper for her stuffed animals yesterday held it to herself and peed all over my couch. Sigh...I probably should have gotten rid of that last night or at least not actively encouraged pretending it was a diaper. After that game went too far she did great until nap time. She went right before nap, but she took a long one and woke up with a full bladder. I was napping in another room when I heard her yelling. Poor girl just wasn't awake enough to get to the potty.

She was distraught for 10min off and on. I told her it was ok and hugged her but she was beside herself. She went and found Mike and he reassured her too, but nothing helped. She wept like she had committed some unforgivable crime. Poor girl. After a while she calmed down but every time she'd notice her stripped bed she'd howl anew.

In the end I distracted her by giving her a pile of pennies and her piggy bank. She was squealing with excitement and yelling "money!". She'd pick up a penny, laugh and say "one." After she'd deposited that she'd "count " the next coin. "One" she'd say no matter what number I told her it was. She had me turning my pockets inside out, searching the couch and even the car cup holders for change. I have a feeling it won't be long before she has more in that pig than I have in my bank account.