She started getting the hang of it again in the fall, but alas, Mommy became pregnant and sick and it all fell apart once more. Chloe began having multiple accidents and not telling us when she had to go. I was too sick to deal with it all, and though Joel tried, I am fairly sure that Daddys are just not programmed to do potty training. (But I am thankful for his valiant efforts.)
Then Chloe went to Mamah's house in Utah for a couple of weeks. Mamah took it upon herself to make potty training a positive experience for Chloe. She offered treats and toys, and was much more enthusiastic than I could ever be in my hyperemetic, pregnant state. She actually had pom poms in the bathroom and sang a parody of the BYU fight song:
Rise and Shout the poo poo is out
In all its fame and glory
Rise and shout the poo poo is out
And now we'll tell the story...
Rah Rah Rahrahrah
Rah rah rahrahrah
When Chloe came home, she was still having a bit of trouble although she was certainly more willing. Since my mom the cheerleader left she has only had three accidents and those were all on the same day. Even though she has taken to saying "kocky" instead of "potty" and it took me 2 days to figure out what she meant, I think we're finally on the path to saying she is 100% potty trained. And so in honor of her great achievement, I just wanted to post some of the funnier things she has said during our saga.
Talking about her little potty seat that goes on top of the big toilet:
"We better put the seat on or I will fall in. And we don't want Chloe to die."
Just before having an accident at church:
"I love you Daddy." (pause) "I love you Daddy!!!" (pause) "I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!"
While being unwillingly put on the toilet because it was obvious she had to go:
"I don't have time for this."
It's definitely been an adventure. One I am happy to know is just about over.