Last week was extremely monumental in our house.
In the course of 3 days my toddler decided she needed to be in a big girl bed and wear big girl undies. ALL IN 3 DAYS. ALL ON HER OWN. I kid you not. She went to bed Tuesday night saying she wanted a big girl bed. Uh huh, ya, whatev, you’re all talk… at least I thought. She woke up the next morning STILL talking about the dang bed. Ok, fine, we’ll turn your trusty little crib into a 3 sided trampoline. I thought her eyes were gonna bug out of her head. She was giddy. And, she hasn’t once looked back. I mean, she maybe looked back those couple of times she’s fallen out, but, she’s still in 1 piece so we’re doin’ alright. A day later she woke up requesting undies, like it was no big thing and just a normal part of her morning routine. Dude, what the whaaaaat?!?! I didn’t even know how to respond. I first picked my jaw up off the floor. Then ran to grab the kid some undies, I wasn’t passing up this moment. And she hasn’t turned back since. She was just ready to be done with diapers (so were we!!!), so here we are, 1 week down and she’s owning it, like a BOSS!
Some of you moms out there are probably wondering what potty training theory or philosophy I went with? The 3 day bootcamp, candy style rewarding, straight up threatening, etc… Well, I used my favorite theory in parenting: None. Every kid and every parent are different. So, I’ve decided I have no theories. Each day we roll with life. We have structure, yes! Listen, I’m the one who needs a schedule and structure, so that inherently gets passed down to them. But once kid #2 came around and proved that should you try and impress any type of parenting style, theory or ideas on her, she’ll just shoot ya down. Like, hard core. She’s snarled at me, then giggled 2 seconds later. So, no theories here, survival, that’s my overall theory. In fact, just the night before the toddler requested her big girl bed I decided I wasn’t even going to mention a bed or the potty again. Like, ever. I knew she’d let me know when she was ready (although I know not every kid is like that). So, I decided to give her that ownership. Which is why I almost lost it when she turned into a big girl, literally over night. For months she’s been requesting to go to school too… this kid is going to be out of the house before I know it. Excuse me while I mop myself up off the floor.
So this ice cream, it has nothing to do with parenting. But it’s delicious and parents deserve delicious food.
Recipe heavily modified from Foodie Crush