Potty training is not going well at our house. The practical wisdom is boys are harder to train, but my daughter is proving that an old wives’ tale. Case in point: the other day, still naked after her bath, she pooped on the bathroom floor. She was oblivious. When I pointed in out to her, she quizically looked at it, then at me, all rosy-cheeked and cute, and querried “Cookie, Mama?”

The girl is clueless. She’s two-and-a-half now, and there seems to be no wiring between her bottom and her brain. With my boys, I would let them go naked so they could see what was happening, they made the connection, and were quickly going in the potty with little prompting. With Abby, when I let her go naked, she just piddles all over the place and never even stops what she’s doing to notice. It’s horrible, and I had to follow her around with a bottle of floor cleaner. I’ve given up on the that route, but am fresh out of ideas.

Something’s got to happen, though- and soon. The size 6 diapers are screaming as I try and tape them over my 42 pound two-year old- and buying the new size 7’s is a line a line in the sand. How many would I get in a pack? Five? Nope. Not going there.

So Girlfriend better get her behind in gear and make friends with the potty.