Over the past few weeks Amelia has begun toddling to the bathroom, lifting the lid to the baby potty (you know you live with small children when a baby potty is as permanent a fixture in your bathroom as a tube of toothpaste) and tugging on her clothing as if to say, “Hey, how do I get out of this thang?” I find this flirtation with the potty very exciting as it signals the final frontier of diapering. I make a HUGE deal over her potty curiosity and sometimes join her potty party, sitting beside her on my own porcelain throne so that mama can show her how to get ‘er done. Sometimes I turn the water faucet on for a little audio inspiration and make a little â€œpsssssssssâ€ sound effect. Amelia finally christened the potty with a few droplets of pee late yesterday, although of course I had stepped out of the bathroom for a few seconds and missed the entire thing. I mean it had to be her, unless one of the dogs snuck in the bathroom and relieved themselves in her potty and we all know the likelihood of that happening.
Amelia will be 2 in March and Caitlin was also around 2 when she started showing an interest in ditching diapers. Frankly Iâ€™m a little surprised at Ameliaâ€™s newfound interest in the potty, as I have done absolutely nothing to encourage it (I’m lazy), but Iâ€™ll gladly take it and run with it as if it were the last roll of toilet paper on the planet and I’d just eaten a rack of spicy ribs at the Rendezvous in Memphis. (Wait a minute, something like that did happen to me once.) Any way, I digress. It helped greatly with Caitlin that her teachers were also working with her on potty training at daycare. Call us crazy, but thereâ€™s something about the thought of no longer having to buy diapers that makes the hubby and I a little wistful. I also recall how terrible
disgusting those trips to a public restroom can be with a potty training trainee and realize that is one reason I am in no hurry to rush the entire potty training thing. I mean there’s nothing more fun than being in the middle of the grocery store and your potty training trainee declaring, “Mommy I GO POTTY! I go potty NOW!!!” and you sprinting to the restroom so that you don’t miss a potty training moment.
So the era of big girl panties is about to unfold. If you’d told me 10 years ago I’d some day be writing about potty training on the Internet, I would have looked at you like you were crazy and then double checked to make sure I’d taken my birth control pill.