And Potty Training Begins

     I have a 2 year old!  That statement alone should paint a vivid picture for everyone of my life.  It is time to start potty training so I have been talking about it with her a lot.  Now, I should add here, this is my first girl to potty train; my two oldest are boys, so this is a whole new ball game.  She seems excited about it and we have purchased all the fun character panties to make it fun.  I also have to add that her favorite ones are her Wonder Woman panties and when she puts them on she raises one arm straight up in the air and shouts “wanna woma!”  That’s my girl!  I so wish I could post a picture of her, but alas that cannot happen—yet.

     Ok, back on topic people.  So, yesterday, as I was typing my previous blog about my stellar parenting, my precious little treasure decided to do exactly what I have been telling her she needs to do; put her poop in the potty.  Now I am sure all of you can see how bad this is going to be for me, so here’s how it played out.  She comes into the office and proclaims proudly “poop potty mommy.”  I am (at first) excited that she is asking to go to the potty, then I realize she isn’t wearing a diaper—and what is that smell?  Oh my goodness people, I mean really!  She is holding her diaper in her hand with two very important things missing from it.  The first thing missing is her hiney, and the second, and most important, is the poop!  I calmly begin to freak out inside and ask her slowly, “where is your poop?”

     She excitedly takes my hand to lead me into the bathroom.  There, on the floor, not in the potty as I had hoped, was the poop.  I will spare you all the details, but I will tell you that she was oh so very proud of herself.  I told her that was “gross” and that poop belonged in the potty and that she was not to take her diaper off by herself anymore.  Bless her little sassy heart, she put her hand on her hip, and pointed to the poop with her other hand and demanded, “mommy, keen poop now, eewww.”  If I hadn’t been so totally grossed out I would have had her clean it herself—but I couldn’t—I mean, I just couldn’t!

     So, I put her in her Wonder Woman panties and brought a small pink princess potty to my living room.  At this point, I should add that all of this happened less than 20 minutes before the CPS-agent was to arrive at my house for our once a month visit.  I will admit, it could have been worse, this all could have happened with her here, but in the moment that did not bring me comfort.  Then baby girl decided to pee on the stairs 5 minutes before our social worker arrived—potty training is messy people, oh so very messy.   So a quick cleaning of the steps and a fresh pair of Wonder Woman panties and we were ready.

     I can only imagine what the social worker must have thought when she entered my home.  There before her is my baby girl with her crazy hair, that I had fixed earlier that morning but she decided to mess up.  Wearing her Wonder Woman pajama shirt, cape, and Wonder Woman panties with a princess potty in the middle of my living room, we began our visit.  I am almost too embarrassed to disclose that I was wearing workout clothes, that had yet to be worked-out in, with no make-up, my glasses on and a ponytail.  Not too mention that baby girl decided to completely take her panties off, kick them across the room—toward the social worker—and pee in the potty in the middle of the living room, not once, but twice I tell you.  To the social worker's credit, she clapped her hands and cheered with me both times baby girl went potty and even gave her high fives!  Oh well, we will just chalk this up to another parenting win for Mom!   The good, the bad, the ugly, the stinky, and the messy; all in a days work!