Adventures in Potty Training and Potty Mouth

Well, it finally happened. No, Kate is not potty-trained. She said, "Holy Shit". She said it in a busy restaurant too! Yikes. Luckily it was so loud in the restaurant that nobody heard (hopefully) or saw that I laughed. Can you imagine what people would have thought about me laughing at Kate saying "Holy Shit". It is as fun to write as it is to say. So who is the culprit family members? Mimi is Miss perfect and NEVER cusses, right Mimi? Grandpa is too busy on his computer so we don't hear from him often. Papa is Mister perfect and never cusses, only on the golf course. That leaves Nana...since Chris and I prefer other foul language. My favorite is "Mother-F....." or the classic "F-bomb". But you will all be happy to know I do not cuss in front of our impressionable Kate. I say things like "Oh you darn snowbird cutting me off, you are not a nice man"...I growl when I do it so notice Kate is picking that up. Now I need to stop growling. So back to Nana. I remember her using the "shit" word quite often. Everything is "oh shit". So there we go, case closed...Nana go wash your mouth with soap!

On a positive note, Kate is now ready to take out in public. To restaurants that is. It only took 3 years but she can sit during a meal and doesn't need to aggravate Chris and I by running around and annoying people (but mostly annoying us). She has her moments but we are starting to expose her more often to fine dining...haha, if you consider McDonald's, El Charro, and Lute's Casino fine dining. We do; we are on a budget y'all!

So on to the potty training topic. Kate just isn't quite there yet. Her sitter, Lori, does not think she is ready and told us she is going to hit it hard over the summer. Chris and I are not consistent either to be honest. We try on the weekends. We put her in undies, which are so cute and tiny by the way. We set a timer and she attempts every 15-minutes. We praise, clap, cheer and give her a treat or sticker when she goes in the potty. Yet, she still pees or poops and does not tell us. We had an incident yesterday where she told me her tummy hurt. I asked her if she needed to go caca. She replied no. Next thing I know she tells me she has a caca. I check her diaper and sure enough it was all liquid inside. Yes, it got on my fingers; lovely. So I tell her we are going to bathe her since she is stinky like caca. Once I pull down her leggings the liquid started dripping down her legs and on the carpet, yuck! So I swooped her up and ran to the tub and rinsed off the explosion of "shit" on her ass...maybe I do say the word "shit". In fact, when this happened I was thinking "shit, shit, shit, shit" in my head...maybe I was saying it over and over and loudly? Anyhoo, I tried explaining once again that if she has to caca or peepee to tell me so we can go to the potty. Augh, potty training, gotta love it.