"Daddy! I poo poo in the potty!"
Huh? Mrs. Abbey and I had been having a conversation over dinner and now Little Abbey was walking towards me pulling up her pants. When had she left the table? Dutifully I walked over to her potty chair and sure enough, a pile of poo bigger than any toddler her size should leave behind had been left behind. There was nothing else to do but forget about eating and conversations for awhile and do a victory dance with my daughter. And so that is what I did.
We had tried to potty train Little Abbey a couple times in the past but whenever she would go from a weekend to the weekday at the daycare, she would come back traumatized over it. So rather than risk emotional scarring, we just let her be and waited for her to get a little older. Then the trip to the Philippines was looming and we didn't want to have her potty trained and then get on a plane for 30 hours and suffer a setback that might upset her so we waited until she got back. Then there was a wedding that we had to travel to which brought us to a couple weeks ago when we said the time is finally right.
Mrs. Abbey sat Little Abbey down and told her the facts about the potty and how is she went wee wee or poo poo in the potty she would get a star on the calander and some candy. That was all it took. Monday she had four stars for going wee wee in the potty and one "I Did It" sticker for going poo poo in the potty. Tuesday she was up to five stars and one "I Did It" sticker which she earned during supper as I wrote about above. I never even noticed she had left the table. Wednesday the star count was up to six and by Thursday it was eight. I think she was holding back on us to feed a candy habit. Since then, she has had a perfect record and we have been holding back the treats here and there. All in all, it has been pretty painless and I hope I've bought my last box of diapers for awhile though I may have to do a few more poo poo victory dances.