Super-Pooper Achiever!
You are not going to freaking believe it when I tell you who poo'ed and pee'd on the potty today. (Uh, and yeah, if you don't want to hear about all this technical kid stuff, move along to the next post because there ain't no knitting here today. Sorry.)
But really, guess.
Nope, not Daisy. Even though she's probably smart enough, and even though there are kit out there to teach them how. We never got around to that with either of the cats, and Harry is dumb as a box of rocks, so don't even bother guessing him. At least they are both, for the most part and despite their creepingly geriatric status, using the litter box. They are both looking royally pissed in this picture because I just woke them up from their nap on the cat-couch in the basement by flashing bright lights in their eyes over and over.
Julie probably did, but that's way old news at this point. It's even been a while since she's had a potty accident.
And now I know you're thinking "It better not be you or Joe, because none of us want to know anything about your potty habits." And no, I'm not talking about any of the adults in the house because I have no plans to share our potty habits no matter how interesting they may be.
Who's left, you ask? It couldn't possibly be that tiny baby, the one who's not even quite two years old yet. Not the one who doesn't even poop at all if she can help it.
This was taken with the Sidekick during a bedtime game of behind-the-door hide and seek, which was unimaginably cute.
Why yes, it was in fact that one. I can hardly believe it myself. I had no plans for potty training at this point. I didn't even consider starting with Julie till she was about three. But Sophie has been begging to sit on the potty on and off over the last month or so. The other night right before dinner, she kept telling Joe that she wanted to sit on the potty and he told her no because we were going to sit down at the table rightthisminute. Lo and behold, she had a BM in the high chair. And then today she was obviously in need of doing some business, yet obviously unwilling to do so in her pants. So, long story long, we read a few books, hung out for a while in each of the two bathrooms, and took care of a little business. Everyone was happy.
Until I insisted that she put her diaper back on, and that part was a little sad.
This growing up thing is happening pretty fast after all...
But really, guess.
Nope, not Daisy. Even though she's probably smart enough, and even though there are kit out there to teach them how. We never got around to that with either of the cats, and Harry is dumb as a box of rocks, so don't even bother guessing him. At least they are both, for the most part and despite their creepingly geriatric status, using the litter box. They are both looking royally pissed in this picture because I just woke them up from their nap on the cat-couch in the basement by flashing bright lights in their eyes over and over.
Julie probably did, but that's way old news at this point. It's even been
And now I know you're thinking "It better not be you or Joe, because none of us want to know anything about your potty habits." And no, I'm not talking about any of the adults in the house because I have no plans to share our potty habits no matter how interesting they may be.
Who's left, you ask? It couldn't possibly be that tiny baby, the one who's not even quite two years old yet. Not the one who doesn't even poop at all if she can help it.
This was taken with the Sidekick during a bedtime game of behind-the-door hide and seek, which was unimaginably cute.
Why yes, it was in fact that one. I can hardly believe it myself. I had no plans for potty training at this point. I didn't even consider starting with Julie till she was about three. But Sophie has been begging to sit on the potty on and off over the last month or so. The other night right before dinner, she kept telling Joe that she wanted to sit on the potty and he told her no because we were going to sit down at the table rightthisminute. Lo and behold, she had a BM in the high chair. And then today she was obviously in need of doing some business, yet obviously unwilling to do so in her pants. So, long story long, we read a few books, hung out for a while in each of the two bathrooms, and took care of a little business. Everyone was happy.
Until I insisted that she put her diaper back on, and that part was a little sad.
This growing up thing is happening pretty fast after all...
posted by Shelly Kang at 7:53 PM
6 Comments:
congrats!!
I hope this is too late, that you do not need the info, but I read somewhere that smearing vicks vaporub on your feet and covering with socks before bed will stop coughing, in kids and adults. I thankfully have not needed this hint yet! I just saw your sunday post today... long busy week!
Yay for Sophie! (I am sort of disappointed that it wasn't the cats, but once it wasn't the cats, it pretty much had to be quickly-growing-up-Sophie.) Three cheers for Sophie! Training pants under the tree?
Congratulations, Sophie! Yay for mommy, too!
Oh, that Sophie! She's too much. I tell you, my daughter totally surprised me by potty training herself at an early age. She hated having her diaper changed and was more than happy to take control of the situation. After 18 months of threats, bribes, and struggles to potty train my son, I was shocked. When she sat down and calmly took care of business, I couldn't believe it. She never had any problems and that was that. Good for Sophie!
I hope she'll never see this comment, but my own Sophie totally did the same thing. She toilet-trained herself starting at about 19 months, wanted big girl underpants for her 2nd birthday, and never looked back. What's in a name, I wonder? :)
Do you think Sophie wants to be just like Big Sister?
When my daughter turned 2 I said, "do you want to go on the potty like a big girl?" and she said "ok" and Voila! she was out of diapers.
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