I’ve decided on the reason Olivia will not potty train.

She knows how good she’s got it.

If she wants some independence, she asks for it.  And I gladly give it.

“Yes, I would LOVE your help with the dishes!”  “Great job sweeping the floor!”  “Thank you for pushing Benjamin on the swing!”

But when she wants to sink back into that comfortable reliance on others for just-about-everything, there’s no talking her out of it.

“Olivia, please use your words; stop whining unintelligibly.”  “Honey, get out of Benjamin’s high chair.”  And the humdinger – “Would you like to sit on the potty – PLEASE?”

She mimics me more and more everyday.  But that’s not nearly as fun as mimicking the baby.  So I have a deep-down-in-my-gut feeling that she’s not going to potty train until he does.

Before Benjamin was born, I had heard the warnings about older siblings regressing.  I don’t think Olivia ever REgressed.  In fact, she loved stepping up into her new big sister shoes.  She loved taking care of baby.  She loved (and still does!) watching me with Benjamin and then turning around to do the same thing (to him, a doll, a toy train – didn’t matter!)  She just failed to PROgress in certain areas.

As long as there’s someone else in the house who can cry and get what he wants, who can slap daddy across the face and simply receive a sweet smile in response, and who can use the convenience of diapers, I’m just not sure I will be able to fully convince her that growing up is more fun.

So how early is too early to potty train a boy?  Sixteen months seems about right to me…