FTR, my brother was easier to PT than me. I just couldn't be bothered to care if I had a dirty or wet diaper, plus there was the whole not wanting to communicate with the parentals, so letting them know I needing changing was right out. I was passed 3 before I was trained I think.
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You remember stuff from when you were that young, ita??
I was seventeen.
Kidding.
I think I was two or so, because it was the NY apartment -- I remember all our houses except for the first one (the one before NY) at least as background to a memory. By three we were already in Canada, and this definitely wasn't Canada.
I've got dim recollections of when I was three and four. But they seem almost dream like. I think that's really the time your long-term memory starts working. The memories I do have tend to be especially strong emotionally.
so I told her if there was no pull up, all her pee and poop had to be in the potty. She said okay, and that was that.
These stories always make me slightly suicidal.
I think my earliest memory was from about age 2 1/2. We moved then and I remember pulling away from our house for the last time. But my memories from age 2-5 or 6 are very spotty.
Still working on Leif, he's gone through some phases where it seems like it was going to catch on, but then he's back. I think he's just too busy creating chaos to take time for potty breaks.
Congrats, Burrell, Franny sounds like a take charge gal who's going places.
I have memories starting from when I was 2 or 3. But I think they're memories of memories....
I remember (when I was being potty trained) hiding in the corner and taking a dump in my pants. And how my mom was mad when she had to clean me up.
That might be the last time I've shit my pants.
I think he's just too busy creating chaos to take time for potty breaks.
Takes after his father, it seems. (I meant the chaos bit, not the potty breaks)
And far too busy with important pursuits.
She wanted to look like her big cousins did in their bathing suits, so I told her if there was no pull up, all her pee and poop had to be in the potty. She said okay, and that was that.
Ha--this is exactly how it worked for my niece. "I want to go to preschool like D!" (big brother) "Well, to go to preschool you have to be potty-trained." "Okay!" And wham, using the toilet. Should I ever have children, I should be so lucky.