This is big news here. Munchkin grand­baby is almost com­pletely potty trained. Thanks to Dora, Cin­derella, My Lit­tle Ponies (under­wear for all of you non-kid peo­ple) and a focused, will not take no for an answer, day care lady. Mom would have kept her in dia­pers until she was 20 but the day care lady insisted she con­tinue at home what was started dur­ing the day and lo and behold she will now tell you she has to go. It is quite a moment in a mom’s life. Life is def­i­nitely eas­ier with dia­pers, if not messier, but believe me, when you have them in under­wear and they can­not, or more likely will not, tell you they have to go, there are lots more messes to clean up on much nicer stuff than a kids bot­tom. She knows the rou­tine and after she does her thing on the potty imme­di­ately goes to her stick­ers to pick one out. Her ini­tial reward for the first time she actu­ally went on the toi­let was her very own fish. She told us she wanted a blue one and when grandpa asked her what she wanted to name it, she looked at him like he was crazy…Dory of course, from Find­ing Nemo. Do you think she is a prod­uct of adver­tis­ing by any chance??? I think she gets tired of us ask­ing her every 15 min­utes if she needs to go and she will say “No” faster than you can blink then as fast change her mind and run to the bath­room. At first the potty chair was wher­ever the mood struck her, liv­ing room, kitchen, porch, you name it. And want­ing her to go when she had to, we all of course fol­lowed her around lug­ging this lit­tle potty chair. Guess who was really being trained!! Now she wants it in the bath­room, thank God, and doesn’t want any­one to see her. She still gets sur­prised when she poops at the same time. It is hilar­i­ous see­ing the look on her face like “why did that hap­pen too?” Try­ing to explain to her mother that her child’s body func­tions at this stage are, to her, the same as eat­ing or sleep­ing etc, only meets with skep­ti­cism. When your entire con­ver­sa­tion for the evening cen­ters around the potty…well, you get the pic­ture. So the munchkin is grow­ing up. She talks in com­plete sen­tences all the time now just like a real kid. She is only two. I will never cease to be amazed at the tran­si­tion from baby to kid in 2 short years. Never. I will, how­ever, miss the dia­pers. The lit­tle squirt lay­ing there look­ing up at you. The tick­ling the belly. The round lit­tle dia­per bot­toms. Now it is go potty and out the door. Sigh. Think­ing the next thing we need to work on is get­ting her to wipe. Yeah…that would be nice.
Have a good one.