Yesterday I was trying to clean the kitchen when Rachel informed me that she had to go potty. So I took her to the bathroom and sat her on the potty.
We sat and sat and sat and sat and...nothing happened.
But she refused to get off the potty, so I figured that she really did have to go. So we sat and sat and sat some more. Still nothing happened.
Usually I sit with her in the bathroom until she's finished but I really wanted to get the kitchen clean, so I left her sitting on her potty with a little bowl of teddy graham rip-offs for company.
She sat in the bathroom, alone with her fake teddy grahams, for quite a long time.
I was beginning to wonder if I should check on her when I heard anxious screams resonating down the hallway. Then I knew I should check on her, and since she was already screaming I figured I should run.
When I got to the bathroom, nothing really seemed to be wrong, but she was really upset and stood by the tub squealing and whining and pointing accusingly at her potty.
I walked over and looked inside. She had dropped a teddy graham into her potty and he was currently drowning in her pee pee.
I was happy that she had finally managed to go. She, however, was absolutely distraught at the sight of that drowning teddy graham and looked up at me with tears in her eyes!
"It's okay, baby! We can get you another one." I told her.
When she heard the word "get," though, she stooped down to rescue that poor, innocent teddy graham.
I managed to snap this picture and stop her from actually saving the cookie all in about 2 seconds. I'm not sure if eating teddy grahams on the potty is actually a healthy activity but I haven't really found many other ways of motivating her to sit still on her own. We'll have to work on that.
Don't you love her hair, though? She pulled it out sometime during her nap but it had already dried in a ponytail from going swimming so it stuck straight up. When Daddy came home from school he messed up his hair, too, so that they could match. They're so cute together!