Veronica decided at the end of last week to get back on the potty training bandwagon. Colin has been doing great, and even can go for a big stretch keeping his diaper dry. Unfortunately (from a potty-training perspective), we went camping again last weekend. Not the easiest circumstances for potty training.
It poured rain pretty much the entire way to Wisconsin (not the best start to a camping weekend), and we weren't sure we were going to be able to get the tent set up (it has a mesh top). Fortunately it stopped raining before we got to the campground, and the ground wasn’t too wet. So Colin and Veronica amused themselves by jumping in a mud puddle while we set up camp.
They were having a blast, getting all muddy and running around, until Veronica hit the edge of the mud puddle on a downhill run and landed smack in the middle of it, on her back. I wasn’t sure where the bathrooms were, so I was glad she allowed herself to be talked down from that crisis. We basically got camp set up just in time for the twins to go to bed, so we didn’t get to do any exploring that night (although Ethan did).
The next morning, Veronica told me she needed to go potty. By now, we had located the flushies (I wasn’t going to even attempt to bring Veronica into the pit toilets — they were pretty ripe here at the end of the season), so Veronica and I set out for her first bathroom break of the trip.
It was a bit of a hike, but we hustled along because I wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold it. When we got to the bathroom, I took her into one of the stalls so she could go potty. She took one look at the toilet, turned to me and said, “No go potty. Go tomorrow. Afternoon.”
And sure enough, Sunday afternoon when we got home, she went straight into the bathroom and went potty on the toilet like a big girl.
(Colin said pretty much the same thing when I took him to the bathroom. Apparently they’re willing to potty train at home, but not so much with “foreign” toilets yet.)
They were having a blast, getting all muddy and running around, until Veronica hit the edge of the mud puddle on a downhill run and landed smack in the middle of it, on her back. I wasn’t sure where the bathrooms were, so I was glad she allowed herself to be talked down from that crisis. We basically got camp set up just in time for the twins to go to bed, so we didn’t get to do any exploring that night (although Ethan did).
The next morning, Veronica told me she needed to go potty. By now, we had located the flushies (I wasn’t going to even attempt to bring Veronica into the pit toilets — they were pretty ripe here at the end of the season), so Veronica and I set out for her first bathroom break of the trip.
It was a bit of a hike, but we hustled along because I wasn’t sure how long she would be able to hold it. When we got to the bathroom, I took her into one of the stalls so she could go potty. She took one look at the toilet, turned to me and said, “No go potty. Go tomorrow. Afternoon.”
And sure enough, Sunday afternoon when we got home, she went straight into the bathroom and went potty on the toilet like a big girl.
(Colin said pretty much the same thing when I took him to the bathroom. Apparently they’re willing to potty train at home, but not so much with “foreign” toilets yet.)
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