Yes, obviously there can.
The Little One has started to train herself. This is good and bad news. Good news because she’s excited about it and seems to get it most of the time. Bad news because I am completely burned out on being in my bathroom. And the Little One has to go. A lot. And she likes to get treats. A lot.
Since I don’t want to discourage her (and I really can’t bear the thought of struggling with potty training), I take her every time she says she has to go, which is every ten to fifteen minutes–more during meal times. When she goes, her face lights up and she jumps from the potty and yells, “Pee, Mom! Treat!”
It’s very exciting as opposed to her sister’s progress. We’ve been to a physical therapist five times now and are finally seeing some progress. The most frustrating thing is that the physical therapist told us to do the opposite things of the other medical professionals and to keep doing the things that hadn’t been working during the previous six months. It made it feel so worth while to spend three hours round-trip going there, pay for a babysitter, then pay the co-pay for the therapist. This week, however, things finally are clicking for my daughter. If we’re not over the hill, we can at least see the top of it.
I’m finally feeling like I won’t still be ordering diapers when the kids go off to college.