Okay...so today I began seriously potty training Karis for the second time. I attempted this feat last Spring and it was an epic failure.
I'm praying this time will be better.
I bought her Pirate Potty (yes, she wanted Pirate Potty and not Princess Potty...oh well...)
She went on the toilet once this morning and is now rockin' Sesame Street while wearing My Little Pony undies (I decided to totally forgo Pull Ups and just allow her to feel her shame. Kidding...the Pull Ups were pointless last time. So I covered my couches with garbage bags and beach towels in the event of any accidents.)
I won't even begin to horrify you with the details of the monumental tantrum she threw when I put the underwear on her. Strong willed is an understatement...oh, I'm sorry, my pediatrician prefers the word "spirited." Whatever phrase you use, simply put, Karis likes life on her terms.
Anyway, she'll be three in less than a month. And I'm sorry, but her poop is like that of an adult man and I'm getting to the point of nearly dry heaving every time I change her diaper. I'm so ready to be done.
Karis, let's do this thing.