Potty training with Addie nearly killed me dead.
I won’t go into details because someday her boyfriend will read this, but you know what? Her boyfriend had to be potty trained too, if he’s not you need better taste in boyfriends, Addie.
Vivi on the other hand, she said one day “I NEED TO GO PEE!”, stripped herself naked, sat on the pot and peed.
Just like that.
No sticker charts, no jelly beans, no elaborate schemes to convince her that peeing takes place on the pot and not in your pants.
She’s done it several times since as well.
I can tell the logistics haven’t all clicked in her little brain just yet, right now she just considers it her super cool party (potty?) trick.
She’s almost a full year ahead of Addie in regards to timing (not that I’m comparing, I NEVER COMPARE MY CHILDREN.)
The funny part is I have to give most of the credit on this one TO Addie. She was the one taking Vivi into the bathroom with her to hang out then putting Vivi on the pot when she was done, you know, “Just to show her how it’s done.”
If you’ve never potty trained a child I’m sorry, this is why mom bloggers get such a bad reputation. POO! PEE! POTTY! But underneath my crunchy candy shell, I am a mom blogger. If you have potty trained a child then you’ll know the momentous occasion it is to have your kid decide they’re ready to start doing their business where everybody else does.
Which also means more public restrooms in my future. *packs extra wipes*
Even better than the day they ditch the diapers? The day they can do everything totally unassisted.
I mean, once you get them housebroken it’s basically off to college, right?