It's Not My-ine, So It Must Be Ur-ine

Ava was on a dry stretch today. She hadn't peed since the time that Doni picked her up from the sitter's at 4pm to the time we got back from our Ava Date. It wasn't for want of fluid intake either. She put the hurt on our pop at the movies. If there was ever a time to sit her on the potty, the time was now.

We've tried several different rewards in an attempt to get her potty-trained. First it was M&M's, then gummy bears, then gummy worms. After watching her enjoyment at opening presents for her birthday Doni came up with the great idea of wrapping small dollar-store type trinkets and letting her open one each time she went in the potty. Even this hadn't been enough of a motivation to get her to use the potty consistently.

Her bladder had to be full, so we bribed her with a promise that we could watch whatever she wanted if she tried to potty. She sat down without a fight while Doni and I took care of a few things.

Two minutes later.... SUCCESS! She yelled, "I did it!" and pumped both fists in the air. Not one to disappoint, she truly did go potty... and A LOT. I've never been excited over urine. I was trying to award her with praise by dancing and singing a "Ava went potty" song when she said, "STOP STOP STOP.... PRESENT". First things first I guess.