Honestly! These past few weeks I have never been more proud to be the mother of a one-year-old. I know that whole “potty business”, has been hyped up for the first few years (and can even limit your access to quality daycare providers), but my dahling made me proud.
She was beaming the day we pulled up to my FAVORITE store to buy her Pink dual-purpose “Dora The Explorer” Potty seat. She even took it out the box and pranced around the house with it for days, but clearly actually using it would be a whole nother project.
I sit her on it after dinner and she’s let out an earth-shattering scream. how dare I! Make her deposit her “precious nuggets” into a bowl when she had “oh so comfortably’, been allowed to relieve herself whereever and whenever she pleased (to my dismay). There was no turning back, and so I knew that I had to reassure her that she would not get into trouble if she tinkled. But let me tell you about the other night.
She quite proudly meandered around the house and led me into the bathroom, and to my surprise I saw nothing but the opaque pink bottom of her seat empty. Where was the poop? Where was the pee? It wa a mystery I would not solved until the next day when I couldn’t put my nose on a funny smell that seemed to permeate the entire house.
There it was! A brownish-green lump of something odd right near the vent on the white carpet. All I could do was laugh as I gathered my cleaning bucket (I have two for things like this located in the bathroom) and my carpet brush and scrubbed the spot until it was cream-colored again.
I asked her to potty. I did not specify that she stay there after she was finished. It was truly hilarious. More to Come!
Miss B. Jones