Peanut is going to be Prime Minster one day, if that is what she decides she’s going to be. She has more determination in her than expected for someone who’s only 3 years 4 months old.
Peanut is definitely not her sister. Not that I really expect them to have the same personalities, but it still suprises me sometimes as to how different they are.
Munchkin at this same age was still in training pants and we were begging, pleading, bribing, ANYTHING to get her potty trained. When Munchkin was 3 years 4 months old, she was 5 months away from starting JK and we knew that she couldn’t go unless she was fully trained. Can’t remember how it exactly happened, but one day Munchkin finally decided to go on the toilet and we were so happy. For the first few months of school she still wore training pants at night but we didn’t care because she was dry at school.
Now I know that Peanut’s potty training success has a lot to do with my mother-in-law. The girls are at their house while we are at work and my mother-in-law found the trick that worked with Peanut. Every time Peanut would use the toilet, she got a penny. Barely over 2 1/2 years old, Peanut was dry all day long. A whole year earlier than her sister.
We hadn’t pushed the night training because she was young and we were so happy that she was day trained so much earlier than her sister. Okay, fine. I was also enjoying the fact that I didn’t have to deal with accidents in the middle of the night. Training pants are so much easier to change than a whole bed.
Last night she put her foot down and refused to wear her training pants to bed.
I made sure the waterproof pad was on the bed and she went on the toilet just before getting into bed.
This morning she was DRY!!! Woohoo!
And as a bonus, she slept in her own bed all night long (that’s another post).
I can’t hold her back just because I don’t want her to grow up. I do want her to grow up, but I don’t all at the same time. My baby isn’t my baby any more.