I'm trained...are you?

Aren't they cute?

So, Jeremy broached the subject a while ago about potty training Eva. I looked down at the little baby I had just given birth to, and said, "Um, no."

Now that things have evened out a little, it keeps coming back into the forefront of my mind. And I keep smacking it away because of the oh-so-lovely experience we had with Joshua. He was content to sit in his gore and refused to have anything to do with the toilet.

Well, there's only so much resistance you can maintain when you go down the little girl panties aisle at Wal-Mart. "Awww, puppies!" I exclaimed, and put a ten pack of undies into my cart.

I then realized that I would have to actually potty train Eva if I wanted her to wear them. Hmm...this could get tricky...

But, I figured, heck, it's worth a shot.

So, I took my little lady by the hand and led her to the bathroom.
"Do you want to go potty?" I asked, expecting horror-filled shrieks.

"YES!" she said, and promptly took off her clothes and plopped herself on the toilet.
Wow.

Now, she never actually went, but hey, that's progress!

Yesterday was accident free! But, of course, I only started in the afternoon, and so that's not saying much.

Today, I pulled Eva out of her room and equipped her with some little girl gear (PUPPIES!), and crossed my fingers. She asked to go potty every 15 minutes for the entirety of the morning. I finally got tired of it and told her no. And what happened?
She peed everywhere. TWICE.

Hmmm....

I then decided I had enough for the time being, and put her down for a nap, sans the puppy undies (I think I'll call them pundies).

When she woke up, I figured I would just let it go. Someday, she would successfully potty train herself, and hopefully it would be before she left for college.

"Go potty?" She asked me, her big blue eyes full of hope. She has a toilet fetish.

I mused for a minute. Then,

"Okay."

She just likes being naked, I think. She popped in and out of the bathroom eight times in the buff before she actually sat down.

That's when it happened...

In the bathroom is a over-the-toilet hutch. Eva LOVES it. Not because it is cute and trendy, but because of the year supply of Bon Bell chapstick I keep in there. I wisely (maybe) tied the doors shut with an attractive ribbon so I wouldn't get little girl gooies on my lip gloss.

As I sat at this here computer, feeling all-knowing and powerful, I heard a *TINKLE TINKLE TINKLE BANG CRASH SMASH* followed by a terrified and wounded scream.

I went in and there, sitting on the toilet, was my half-naked little lady desperately pushing back on the falling toilet hutch. The ribbon was undone, dangling in her hair. The tinkling sound I heard was the sound all my jewelry made as it fell six feet to the floor and the bang crash smash was the two bottles of bath salts that plummeted (gracefully I am sure...bath salts should fall gracefully) and broke open on the floor, sending apricot flavored salt everywhere. (Hey, Emily! Your bottle survived unmarred! Yay!)

Sigh....So much for the ribbon idea. Although, she won't do that again, I am pretty sure.