Accident

The underpants experiment ended when she peed on her bedroom floor and cried and begged for a diaper back on. I never criticize her for going, but today I did tell her "The feeling you have to know is just before you go. That's when you go to the potty." She cried and cried.

It's probably my fault she went, the timer had just dinged and I'd asked her if she wanted to go and she'd said no so I let it go. Next time I'll just take her. This is a learning thing for me, too.

She also begged for her chocolate chips and I really wanted to bend and give them to her, but what kind of lesson is that? I have to make her want to go to the potty if she's ever going to learn. I'm trying to strike a middle ground between encouraging her and doing nothing. I don't want to veer over to shaming her. But I do want to motivate her. Hopefully I'm doing OK. We'll see! There's a little pair of Elmo underpants hanging over our shower rail, drying out. We'll try again, Violet! But not today, today we're going out to the Yerba Buena Gardens Festival to hear a mariachi band. Arriba!