She’s Got Moxie

This post could also be titled, “Potty Training:  The Conclusion, Sort Of.”

It could also be called “Twelve Poops in A Row”, “The Long Way to Potty Train Your Child”, “Sometimes, Bribery Works”, or “If At First You Don’t Succeed, Try, Try, Again.”

That’s right, after a near hit in the summer, followed by a major withholding session in the fall (you remember that), Little Lady now only wears a diaper at night, and for what little naps she’s still taking, and she only poops on the potty.

I wish I could take full credit, but as with most things in life, I had much less control over the issue than I hoped.  Here’s what happen.  I totally backed off potty training after the ten day poop hold, and so, she started school in diapers.  One day, when I picked her up from school, her teacher told me that Little Lady had asked to use the potty.  Since she had a diaper on, the teacher wanted my permission first, before giving Little Lady the green light.


Don’t get me wrong, I was happy, but come on.  She completely refuses to use the potty for me, but at school, of all places, amongst strangers, in an army barrack style bathroom, she decides to go!  What the hell is that?

I started her in underwear, again.

One day, shortly after my conversation with her teacher, Little Lady got on the potty and pooped, all by herself.  I didn’t even know she was in the bathroom until she called me in to wipe her.  It was full steam ahead from there (sort of).  While she never repeated that magic poop, the one where she decides she has to go and gets on the toilet all by herself, she never pooped in a diaper again.

When she balked, and she balked many times, including yesterday, I would just calmly tell her that we don’t use diapers anymore and then stick to my guns.

Why it worked this time, I’m sure had a lot to do with her, she decided she was ready, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that we weren’t running to the pool every day. Being home more than we were out, gave her ample time and opportunity to try, rather than hold it in, because she was afraid of the nasty pool bathrooms.

Don’t worry, though, she’s still a drama queen, it’s just the run to the potty is a lot shorter in my own home than it was at the pool.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you that bribery also played a roll in getting Little Lady to conquer her fears.  Every time she used the potty, I would give her a few M&M’s or candy corn.  When I felt that she was on her way to using the bathroom all the time, she needed a bigger goal, so I moved on to the final step, the star chart.  I highly recommend it, especially for stubborn poopers (like two of my children), you know, the ones that poop once and then never want to poop again, on a potty or elsewhere.

I made a chart (a very crude chart).  Every time Little Lady pooped, she got a star. Twelve stars and she earned a poopy present.  After watching one too many commercials, Little Lady decided that Moxie Girl was going to be the poopy present, though not an actual Moxie Girl, the Moxie Girl horse, because as she says, “He likes to kiss girls.”  You have to see the commercial to fully understand.  My daughter decided that she would be the Moxie Girl.  As you can see, she accomplished her goal.  


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