At about 8:15 this morning, after I had gotten to work (late, I found out.. VERY LATE.. Summer hours are 7:30 to 4:30.. oops), and told me how HAPPY she was that I had started this pooping thing the day before I went back to work.
Apparently she started screaming about this at about 8:00 this morning, and didn't really stop until after I got home at about 5 this evening.
I went home at lunch to coax her some more into it, and got so frustrated with her sheer power of will that I had to leave the room before I destroyed something...
After work, I walked into the house, took off her pants, plopped her on the potty, and told her, "Emily, you need to go poop. Don't get off this potty until you do."
I figured I'd be there in Benjamin's room hiding out listening to her cry for six or seven hours. But then, about ten minutes later... Silence, then, "I pooped."
Sure enough, mission accomplished! Whew! PLEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEE be easier tomorrow..
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