What is the best gift a tired mother of two small ones could get for Christmas? A spa session? A makeover? A date night? A new car? A private yacht?
I’m happy to say I got something even better!
After 4 long, and yet short, years of changing diapers, washing diapers, making diapers, and carrying the all-important diaper bag with me everywhere I go, my youngest is officially potty-trained! YIIIPPPEEEE!!!
I’ve been pretty blessed with potty training with both my kids. Both of them were, well, easy to train! I absolutely dreaded doing it. I’ve heard that every kid is different and learns differently. My first-born learned a few months after turning 2. My youngest at just 19 months. Both of them required a solid week of staying home, going butt naked, living in the bathroom, and me asking them about 1,000,000,000 if they need to go potty. And then, of course, there is the epic potty dance. Oh you don’t know the potty dance? Of course you do! It goes like this:
and repeat until your vocal chords bleed and you find yourself begging for even the most annoying Caillou song.
Of course there is a downside to potty training for those who don’t know. And it’s called “the public restroom”. It is a nightmare I know I will relive again and again, and yet I will spare you the gory details since it’s still the Christmas season. You’re welcome.
I hope you had a wonderful holiday filled with all the warmth that only a very unusual warm front can bring!!