Oh my goodness, my baby's been potty training the past week or so. I can't believe she's old enough to be out of diapers. Time definitely flies when you're having fun!
So, last week, Sarah indicated to me that it's time to get going on the potty training experience. So, she started wearing pull-ups all day long, with the exception of nap time and bed time. I started taking her to sit on the potty every 30-45 minutes all day long. For the most part her pull-ups have been pretty dry, but not completely. She has gone pee-pee EVERY time she sits on her potty. But, it's the number two that we haven't seen much of
(well, at least not IN the potty).
She went once at home and stood to examine her business but it was not quite in the potty yet, and ended up on my bathroom floor.
The second time, I knew she had to go due to the "bum hurts" comments that she had been making. (this is typically what she tells me when she has to go poop but doesn't realize how else to describe it.) After 20 long minutes of sitting on the little potty, playing with Auto (kitty), making sure he has some water in the tub to drink, sitting on the little potty, deciding to sit on the big potty, then changing her mind to sit on the little potty...I gave up!
Of course, I shouldn't have...
As soon as we went back downstairs and were playing in the living room, there was a lovely odor coming from her south side. she went once at my friend's house just before we were leaving to go home, on Tuesday, otherwise, she's been pooping in the pull-up or diaper.
So, Monday night we were heading upstairs to go to bed and Sarah hollered, "sit potty Mama!" Of course, I ran up after her on the stairs and put her little behind on that potty. On our way up she told me, "bum hurts, Mama".
SO, I told her, "that means you need to go poo-poo on the potty, let's go sit on the potty and you can go poo-poo.
We sat and talked and watched the cat drink from the tub for about 10 minutes. I kept reassuring her that she needed to "sit on the potty and go poo poo" and all of a sudden, she grabbed both handles on her little potty, raised her little bum off the seat and....MUSIC TO MY EARS...I heard a little "plop....plop" She stood up to see what she had done and I went berserk! (can I say berserk? Do people still say that word?)
My baby had a HUGE smile, and I was shouting how well she did...how proud of her I was. Let's just say, I made a REALLY BIG deal out of it! We flushed it and washed her hands. Then I told Sarah, "go tell Baba what you did in the potty." She ran to the top of the stairs and yelled, "BABAAAAAAA!"
He came a runnin' and I told her, "tell Baba what you did in the potty!" She looked at him, with a huge smile on her face, so proud of her achievement and said, "FLUSH IT!!! WASH HANDS!"
ME: "No, Sarah...tell him what you did IN the potty!"
Sarah: "flush it!! wash hands!"
after 3 times of saying the same thing, I sighed and said,
"SHE WENT POO-POO IN THE POTTY!!!"
My loving husband laughed at me and said, "geez, Robin, you're more excited about it than she is."
"I know, " I said, "In all my life, I've never been so excited about poop!"
Progress, at last!
