I haven't posted this simply because I'm still a little in shock. Up until Christmas, Bethany hadn't shown any real interest in using the potty. She would sit on it when forced, but just preferred her diapers. Then on Christmas morning, she got some panties in her stocking. From that point on, she has been potty trained. Yes, I said trained, not training. The child put panties on Christmas morning and has worn them all day every day since then with only one accident. ONE ACCIDENT! Those of you with kids will likely share my shock at this. I cannot tell you how many people have asked me how I managed this. I gotta tell ya that I had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. Sometimes this child just astounds me. Let me share a few encounters of the Bethany kind:
"Bethany, you are such a big girl!" " No I not. I Bethy."
"Bethany, how do you spell your name?" "8 9 10"
Driving in the car, she flung her head back, closed her eyes, stuck her tongue out and said, "I dead."
She doesn't like to be left out when it's time to ask the blessing, so she tells everyone to bow their hands for the "bessing" and proceeds to sing, over and over and over "God, God, God, God, God, God. . ." The only variation is the volume of each word.
And lately she's discovered that "stupid" is a bad word, so any time she gets mad at one of her siblings she screams at the top of her lungs, "You STUPID!"
Life with Bethany never gets boring.