My daughter attends a small, in-home daycare. The woman who runs it, and her husband, are like a 3rd set of grandparents for her. But, even our daycare provider admits that, as my daughter approaches three years old, she will need a pre-school-like environment to help her learn and grow.
Well, the other day, we went to visit one. We had visited before, briefly, on the advice of our daycare provider. This was a more formal visit.
We really like the program: there are more kids there, at a variety of ages, the primary daycare provider (teacher?) is very nice, and extremely qualified, and, just as important, our daughter enjoyed her visit.
“Would you like to go to that school someday?” we asked her. Her responses have been enthusiastic and consistent — “Yes,” she tells us.
And the other child at her current daycare – a boy around her age whom she adores, and who adores her (“He’s my best friend!” she told us the other day) – will be go there, too.
So, we are asking our questions of the main provider, and I ask, “What about the potty situation?”
The unsatisfyingly obvious answer and more after the jump…
Seems they prefer – it isn’t necessarily a deal breaker, but they really really seem to prefer it – children who are potty-trained.
Well, this gives us 5-6 months to really start working harder at potty training. We try to put our daughter on the potty (she uses the “big potty”), at least 2-3 times a day. I know, we should be doing more. When we do put here on the potty, she usually goes. Almost always, uh, Number One. Occasionally, Number Two.
We use stickers as incentive. One or two of them, depending on what she does. This seems to encourage her. If she does a Number Two (okay, fine, I will use the word “poop(y)”), we also do “the poopy dance” with her. She loves to do the poopy dance.
So, she will poop on the toilet. However…
My daughter is at the age where she will tell the truth. “Stupid,” she will say. “What did you just say??” I ask her, my voice showing my displeasure. She won’t lie. “Stupid,” she will reply meekly.
That being said, there is one question she will always lie in response to — “Are you going poopy?”
So, it isn’t like we aren’t trying to get her trained to tell us when she needs to go. We just aren’t trying hard enough.
Now, we have to make the push (no pun intended). We’ve heard the various methods – put her on the potty more often, put her in underwear (“I want Little Mermaid underwear!” she’ll tell us) and let her see the consequences of not going, etc, etc. We haven’t made up our minds which way to go yet.
There is some encouraging news, however. As we were discussing this with the primary daycare provider, our daughter came up to us and said, “I wanna go potty!” There may be hope afterall.