Are we not supposed to talk about poop in the internet? I'm not sure what the rules are with respect to future mortification of children. I'm going to use my self-imposed rule that matters related to bodily functions under the age of 4 are fair game on the internet, after that it behooves a parent to be more circumspect. But with that said: we're potty trained, folks! Don't give me any credit. Elias followed his brother's lead in deciding one day that he was ready to use the potty, and then he ran with it. Also like his brother, it was like a light switch. One day, not trained. next day, trained. He decided on Sunday he was ready for undies full time, and he's only had 2 accidents to date. One of these was a pretty impressive pooptastrophe tonight, but that one was mostly my fault for not realizing that he wasn't done going and taking him off the seat too early. He's even been dry during his nap at school all 5 days this week. I am surprised, but thrilled. I realize that I have been very, very blessed in the toileting department. Owen was done with diapers (also 100% his own doing) at right around 2, I think the June after he turned 2 in March, and Eli obviously turned 2 last week. I think it's coincidental that they both followed the same pattern, and I'm certainly not going to pontificate on whatever spectacular parenting technique I used to accomplish training without fuss. Because if there's one thing I've learned, it's that much of parenting is luck, or the absence of it. Just like I didn't do anything wrong and have a 4 year old that has slept through the night only a handful of times, I didn't do anything right to get my toddlers in undies. I am very grateful, though. I know potty training can be a huge and stressful ordeal and have many friends who struggle with it mightily, even with their 3 and 4 year olds. I also have many friends who found labor and delivery a breeze and had sunny, cheerful babies who slept through the night starting at 4 weeks. Parenting karma gets spread around unevenly, what can you do? tonight, however, I'm celebrating the end of diapers (and assuming we have no more kids, this is really the END OF DIAPERS.) that's kind of...crazy. and liberating! And a little sad. But mostly awesome. It's kind of like carrying around a 50 lb sandbag for 4 years. You get used to carrying it around. After awhile, you barely even notice you're carrying it. until you drop it, and you realize how awesome life was before you started dragging the damn thing around! diaper free....wheeeeee!
* A few people who read this blog will get that allusion, know what's funny about it, and hopefully find the juxtaposition of why it's funny to the actual subject at hand (potty training young children) amusing and not depressingly....adult.
3 comments:
This motto would not look nearly as good on a wifebeater at a fancy NYE party. Nor does it rhyme. Further proof that being a grown-up is significantly less fun than being a free-wheeling 20-something.
so true. Also, writing 2012 makes 2003 seem so, so long ago. could it really have been almost 10 YEARS AGO?
oh jeez, remember when we were young and herpes was hilarious?
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