Mark the day: Sydney went potty in the toilet for the first time. It took 30 minutes, 8 ounces of water ("very good water, Mommy," Sydney remarked) and 6 ounces of orange juice ("Mmm, yummy juice!") and before the big event I had managed to read through about half of my Better Homes & Gardens magazine that came in the mail yesterday. Just as I walked out of the bathroom to start a load of laundry, I heard that oh-so-adorable voice exclaim:
"MOMMY! I'M PEEING!!!!"
Oh, we danced. We clapped. We washed our hands in special lavender soap. And she got a chocolate covered granola bar that she munched on while sitting in her camping chair in the living room, whispering stories to herself of "toilets" and "flushing" as she gazed out the window. It was a grand moment.
It's not a habit. Yet. But it's a start. I bought some extra chocolate covered granola bars today just in case we have some more celebrations. The biggest victory is that she seems to have overcome her apprehension about the toilet. She has sat on the toilet before--with a full bladder--and will scream for a diaper, her face stricken with panic that she'll have an accident. This time, she was all smiles and happiness. I don't know what the difference is. Being a day older. Being distracted by such yummy water. Being told that now is the time to plant bulbs in the yard in order to have glorious blooms in the spring. Whatever the difference is, something clicked.
I bought a brand new box of diapers at Costco today. Maybe, just maybe, it will be the last box of Step 4 diapers we'll have to buy in a long long time. But if not...well, that's okay too. If we get her out of diapers before she's 3 (still eight months away) I'll consider it good. Oh, who am I kidding? WHENEVER she gets out of diapers, at WHATEVER age, will be good.
Wouldn't it be nice though, if it happened before baby arrived? Yes. Yes, it would.