I am about to lose my ever-lovin'-mind. I am at wit's end; I am at a loss. Everything good that happens is eclipsed by this:
Pumpkin Pie is reliably dry; and reliably poops in her pants EVERY DAY.
We talk about it all the time. When she wakes up in the morning, I ask her if she's going to poop in the potty and she enthusiastically says, "Yes! Not in my underwear!" And usually, within two hours, I'm cleaning it out of her underwear.
As she goes into room time, I remind her what she should do if she feels like poop is coming out of her bottom...go into the bathroom (that is five feet from her room) and sit on the potty. I even leave the light on and everything ready to go.
And every day, at the end of room time, her room is filled with the tell-tale smell.
Sometimes I check on her every ten minutes, to see if she needs to go. And she will go in her underwear during one of the ten minute sessions that I'm away.
What am I supposed to do? I'm literally asking, folks.