3 Day Potty Training Novels & Stories

Her mother would pout and pull her to the bathroom and clean her up. She did that every day after training since she started training at twelve years. Her father would always shake his head but say nothing. Every day when they went out to training, he would say. “I am doing this for you, baby girl. I never want you to feel helpless. Daddy always wants you to take care of yourself.”

I declare, determination in my voice. In deft motions, the old diaper is discarded, and Cevia is cleansed. My internal countdown lends urgency to the process as I swiftly secure a fresh diaper around her tiny form. Thirty seconds – an achievement punctuated by the absence of any unsavory mishaps. A silent exultation ripples through me, a far cry from Brayden's previous misadventure.

Often it was more gibberish; however, she was getting close to saying dada. I feared they would all go from saying nothing to forming complete sentences the way they were advancing. I would welcome them staying babies a lot longer, so we could enjoy the time with them. I worried about when we would have to formally start training them. Hopefully not before they were two, but I suspected they would be far more advanced than other children their ages.

Aziel's tones underlined with amusement at this point but you're too caught up with the training topic to even notice. "If they're spend more time learning the wrong technique, they're body will have a hard time to adjust. They've been training everyday for as far as I'm aware." Nibbling the bottom of your lip, a thought strikes in and you say. "Three days." Aziel repeats your words with curiosity. "Three days?" You nod your head. "Yeah. Three days. Three days camping or whatever. Just co somewhere in the mountain. Somewhere to clear their minds off. Three days is enough to refresh them so by the time they return to their usual schedules, it'll be easier to learn new techniques."

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

He immediately sat down, looking like a puppy. "What?" I turn to Ruby who then cross both arms under her bossom. "You are here to train." She points out. "That's right." I nod and pause. Wait!! I never agreed to this. "Don't worry, it's nothing much." She assures. "Three runs around the training ground." "Three runs?" I look around the huge area then back at her with a blank eyes. 'nothing much? I might as well just die.' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

I said placing him on his bed, opening his draws. "Airplane pajamas." He said in a tired voice, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Taking out the pajamas and one of his little underwear, I placed it on his bed and picked him up and walked out of his room to the bathroom that was across from his bedroom. Little one was big for his age. Octavious potty trained him from the age of one and when he turned two he no longer wore diapers. He would sleep through the night or go to Octavious room to wake him up in the middle of the night if he needed to go.

I grinned as he motioned to start and just focused on doing my best. After another 2 hours, everything was stopped for the day and people started to scatter to the gym bathrooms for showers or head home to their houses or to the pack barracks. I was sore, sticky with sweat and utterly content to finally be getting back into training. The 3 days of the summit were nice but I needed to train every day if I had any hope of taking back my pack.

Three weeks Later I yawned as I watched the guys getting ready to go hunt. Maddy had woken me up with the intent to go with them. I sat up carefully so I didn’t crush my tiny cub that was curled into my body, trying to stay warm. Mom had said that by the time he was three months old, he would be up, running around and driving us crazy.

Third Person's POV Wyatt squirmed in his seat as Noah tried to wipe his face clean. The little 3-year-old was eager to get back outside and play. But his dad wouldn't let him go until all traces of his dinner were wiped clean from his face. “Good grief, go!” Noah said when he was finally satisfied that the little Alpha's face was clean enough.