June 27, 2010
So, my kid went potty on the toilet yesterday.
Seriously, who knew babies could go potty on the toilet?
Because my kid is definitely a baby.
A wittle tiny baby.
We’re not potty training, I just randomly ask her when I’m changing her diaper if she wants to sit on the potty. I probably ask about 5 times a week and she probably says yes about 4 of those times.
The point of my guesstimated statistics? It’s not a real regular occurence.
I figure it’s good for her to be thinking about how the whole thing works and she’s gone from being scared of falling in (I don’t want to mess with little potty chair or potty seats for the big potty) to thinking sitting on the potty is the cat’s meow.
I’m not really interested in potty training at this point. I mean, having your kid sit in their urine until you’re ready to attend to it is much easier than having to drop everything and rush to the bathroom at the whim of a baby.
I’m also not really interested in potty training until my kid can tell me, or her daddy, or her nursery teacher at church, or whoever’s care she is in that she needs to go potty.
My kid went potty on the toilet.
Now we have to figure out what to call everything. She already says “poo”, so I guess that’s settled. The problem is that I don’t like hearing little kids say “pee”, but using “potty” for “pee” means you can’t use “potty” for “toilet”. And Mr. Mouse doesn’t like “tinkle”.
Such a dilemma.
Oh, and have you seen this? My kid is going to die over it if I ever decide to show it to her. If “Elno” goes on the potty, she will want to go on the potty.