It's Day Three of not being able to get Pumpkin Pie to go potty. I don't know what happened. It's like she's just decided to not go. She always tells me she wants to "go potty later" and when I make her sit on the potty, nothing happens. Even if she's sitting on the potty happy, listening to stories. After about five minutes she'll stand up, and the little potty is still dry as a bone. She's been talking about treats a lot for the past two days; I've told her the only way to get one is to put potty in the potty. Not enough enticement, I guess.
It's so sad. Probably because I know she can do it, and I know this is a conscious choice she is making. I'm actually quite proud of myself today; I have exercised WAY more patience than I ever thought possible. I've calmly asked her to put her pee in the potty, and simply told her that if she wants a treat, she knows what to do. No successes yet today, though.
One of the things that gets to me the most, though, is the fact that she is in disposable pull-ups. After using cloth diapers for a year and half, it kills me each time she goes in her pull-ups, knowing I am going to have to buy another one. The expense is not really welcome. But I don't think I want to put her back in diapers at this point. She's been out of them for a full month, so I'm just gritting my teeth and throwing the dirty ones away.
My new mantra is "Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow." If you were here, you would hear me muttering it at least a few times every hour.