Potty Animal

Well, it has happened. Ian has officially used the potty! And can you believe that I'm actually writing about it? I have become one of those mothers who is bent on embarrassing her child.

This happened completely by accident and I have to admit that I'm not overly excited about it. I honestly don't know if I am mentally prepared to be on Potty Patrol all day long. I mean, he is only two so I am perfectly content to wait until he decides he is ready (did I already mention my ambivalence on this topic?).  

Up until now, he hasn't really had any desire to go to the bathroom on the potty. Don't get me wrong. He is fascinated by the toilet, the flusher, the toilet paper, the water in the bowl (yes, he had to touch it), the Sesame Street potty seat, etc. He has even sat on the potty a couple of times with a big grin on his face. Yesterday, Tante (by her own choice I might mention) had the distinct pleasure of guiding Ian through his first potty adventure. It didn't quite go as planned. I won't go into detail but let's just say she probably won't be volunteering to help him poop on the potty in the near future.  

Today was a new day however and he peed in the potty twice!  This earned him lots of high fives, tons of praise and seven cookies. He loves these alphabet cookies from Trader Joe's and we just happened to need seven of them to spell out a congratulatory message. Once documented for posterity sake, said cookies were quickly devoured by the little Potty Animal.

I know potty training may very well be a long process with lots of stops and starts along the way...not unlike the process of grieving I suppose. Add this analogy to the long list of things I never expected would one day apply to me.  If only I could look forward to high fives and alphabet cookies at the end of the road!