We had the usual horror show before we went to dinner tonight: I tell Elly she needs to sit on the pot before we go out, it’s gonna be a long time before she will be able to pee in her own pot so she should really get in there and try, she has a MAJOR meltdown.
I close the bathroom door so she can melt in peace. Suddenly, she stops mid-howl. I hear a cheerful and excited “I’m doing it!!!” And she had. She peed. In the middle of her tantrum, she jumped up and made it 89% on to the pot (a bit… how shall I say… dribbled). I swell with pride…
But wait, there is more!
We got home, I said, “Take your panties off and go try to sit on the pot.” And she did! No fuss.
Better still. She did her business. ALL the business that can be done on the put, she did. She peed, she pooped and then she jumped for joy all over the place!
Whoop-PEE! Today is a Hall of Fame, red letter, think I may go bronze the turd kind of day! The only letdown is that I have to go empty some potties now… eewww. Some how, I actually hate this more than the diapers. Think Tony would kill me if I left it for him? A world of gross?
I have high hopes for tomorrow…