Iamagluttonforpunishment.  I know.  
Joelle
 always tells us when she poops.  Lately, she's taken it to a new 
level.  Anytime she farts..or THINKS she has to poop, she will whine 
about it and tell me about it until it actually happens.  After a couple
 days of this I got real sick of it.  I put her in undies and said if 
you want to complain about something, complain about potty-training.  
Oohh boy.  That girl is one stubborn individual.  She loooves to sit on 
the toilet.  But she REFUSES to go on it.
I
 put her in undies at 10:00 on Tuesday, brought her to the bathroom 
every time she asked (which was every 5 seconds).  We had books in the 
bathroom, we sang songs, I told her I would dance if she peed.  
Nothing.  The second I start making lunch (around 12:00) she peed.  And 
she didn't pee a lot either.  She made a little puddle and freaked out 
about her mess.  I cleaned it up.  We made it to nap time.  I put a 
pull-up on her.  Of course it was soaked.  After nap, we continued our 
tradition of sitting (but not peeing) on the toilet until supper time.  
Cue the pee.  I started making supper and she was playing trains.  She 
proceeded to pee down our furnace grate.  Again, not a ton, just enough 
for her to freak out about a "mess."  She had one more minor accident 
after dinner and that was that.  
Enter
 Wednesday.  She was in undies from the moment she woke up.  Which was 
about 9.  We went to the bathroom 345,293 times...no pee.  Eric came 
home at noon so I could run Brecken to the doctor.  I think I had left 
for 20 minutes when Eric sent me a text "She peed all over the floor."  I
 got two more of these texts, while at the doctors office.  I got home 
and Eric informed me "She is NOT ready."  I said "who holds it for 3 
hours, anyways?!  How is that not ready?!"  Alas, I couldn't take it.  
She was refusing to go on the toilet and I hate cleaning urine up off 
the floor.  We tried for 24 hours.
Someotherday.