Gotta go, Gotta, go, Gotta go...

This morning dawned with a groggy but definitely a bit more awake Katherine than previous mornings. She actually crawled herself out of bed and came into our room while we were getting dressed. Then she proceeded to crawl right up into our bed. So dressing occurred in our bed instead of hers. The pull up this morning was bone dry, this is becoming a regular occurrence, so we started the "Let's go to the potty!" Mantra. No go people. Now honestly I don't understand this. My feet hit the floor in the morning and the first place I head before doing anything else is the potty. Clearly the kid had to go, right? But as usual, there were the tears and the pouting and the "I don't wanna!" So downstairs for breakfast we went with more of the "Let's go potty!" chant from Ted and I. Nope. Some of you are probably asking why I don't just grab the kid and sit her on the potty. Done that, bought that t-shirt, and I'm here to tell you it didn't go too well (and my Mom was there as a witness). As I've said before stubborn Miss K. has made it clear that potty training will occur on her terms.

Ted and I drove in to work separately today and right before I went out the door with her I realized a few things: a. My child had not gone to the bathroom in oh, about 11 hours so clearly she needed to go. b. She was in big girl underwear and c. We were about to head out the door, where we would be in a bathroomless car for the next 20 minutes. So I reiterated to her ONE MORE TIME that either she try to go potty now or she had to wait until we got to school and I would not be happy with her if she went in the car seeing as she had ample opportunity to go before we left (OK, yes, I could have left the dry pull-up on her but we are really trying to be consistent with this stuff, during the day its big girl underwear). Again she refused so into the car we went.

Since we both arrived at our destinations in one piece I can say now that I drove like the wind (or maniac) down the highway, fearing a sudden "I wet" from the backseat at any moment. We arrived nice and dry. Out of the car, in the door, past the security door, down the hall and into the classroom where she immediately made a bee line for the potty. Phew, we made it! She's got a stronger bladder than me, that's all I have to say.