An Early Start?

One morning, about a month ago, I was sitting in my bathroom getting ready for the day. Brooklyn was standing next to me watching intently as I got ready. Every piece of makeup I'd pull out she'd ask what it was and why I was putting it on. Just beyond Brooklyn was Maggie, watching as well. About halfway through my "process" Brooklyn informed me she needed to go potty. So, I lifted her up over me and she went about her business. All the while she was pottying she was discussing with me how Maggie doesn't potty 'cause she's not a big girl. I told Brooklyn that when she was about Maggies age she started telling us she wanted to go potty. So, we let her try a few times, but she didn't really get fully potty trained until just after she was 2. So, that was the exchange, she finished her business, washed her hands and went off to play. Well apparently Maggie was listening and taking this all in, a little while later, while I was standing doing my hair, Maggie came in and stood next to the toilet and kept exclaiming loudly..."potty". I ignored her for a minute, or just politely said, "mm hmm, that's the potty." But she had other things in mind. She was saying "I GO POTTY." Which I still ignored, UNTIL she was lifting her shirt up, pulling her pants down and insisting that she wanted a turn. So, what's a Mom to do? I obliged her.




DON'T judge me by the hideous rust stains in my toilet. I DO clean it and it won't come out.

As you can tell, her intentions were serious. However, she was unsuccessful in accomplishing any form of potty. She mostly just sat there, staring at me. She did however work a few toots out, if that counts for anything. But I ask you, is there anything more freaking adorable than a kid 10X to small for the toilet? I will always love this picture!!!

But let's talk some truth here. I am so NOT looking forward to potty training. I think it's got to be about the worst part of early parenting. I mean, I wasn't even full time on the Brooklyn front, and she was pretty impressive with her abilities. However, there WAS the great poopgate of '08 with her. That would be the time at Lanas that she started to poo and I ran her to the bathroom, but apparently she was already done and poo went flying. Literally it was on the wall, the floor the toilet, her legs, I stepped in it. She was crying, I was yelling, it was disastrous. Thank goodness for Dixie and all her experience with poo. She totally came in, and calmly saved the day. It was at that moment that I realized I was in no way prepared to be a good parent on this issue. I hate messes. I can't stand the thought of peed on pants, puddles on my floors, poop messes, etc. How do I get over this? Where do I even begin with the potty training? What's the best method? Oh bother! So, while I AM looking forward to not having to buy diapers for Maggie anymore, I am NOT looking forward to the battle that will soon be on our hands.

Wish me luck!!

Pee pee and poopers,

Allyson

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