Today, for the very first time...drumroll please...Punky peed in the potty!
And I missed it. I was at work when the amazing feat occurred. But still, I couldn't be more thrilled. Especially after the other night...
Earlier this week, Punky's dad and I were discussing the fact that we need to kick this potty training thing into high gear. I've had the potty seat for a few months, and she sits on it sporadically, but we never established a routine to make it a part of her daily life. Some days she may try once, three or four times if I'm home with her on the weekend, and then not at all for days at a time.
We haven't really been sending a clear message and all of her attempts thus far have failed. So, the plan was to make sure she tries before bed and her nap, and also after her nap and when she first wakes up in the morning. That way, we would at least establish a potty routine and guarantee her tiny hiney four chances a day at success.
Anyway, Tuesday night she sat on the potty for five minutes before bed. I kept her there as long as I could, but I ran out of things to amuse her. As soon as I put her on the changing table and reached for a diaper, she started to pee. Ugh! I went off on a tangent as I wiped her up and then put her down so I could clean the table.
"You were just on the potty! Why didn't you pee on the potty? You obviously had to pee! That's what potties are for! You're a big girl now! Mama does not like cleaning up messes like this!" Blah, blah, blah...
I was so wrapped up in my lecture and cleaning that I failed to notice Punky's next move. She climbed up on the bed, still naked from the waist down, and proceeded to empty the rest of her bladder all over the blanket and pillows. I turned around just in time to see the final sprinkle.
(Re-read previous lecture only much louder and much angrier than you read it the first time, and top it off with some colorful curse words, a few foot stomps, some flailing arm gestures, and the joy of doing a load of laundry at ten o'clock at night).
Yeah, I was mad. I know, stuff like this is bound to happen. The joys of parenthood and all that crap... I get that there will be accidents, I just wasn't in the mood for one that late at night. I did the proverbial count to ten...okay, more like eighty...to calm down and we got back to the bedtime routine.
That whole episode made today's success that much sweeter. Punky's dad called me at work so she could tell me what she did. "Mommy pee potty," she yelled into the phone...the three sweetest words I've ever heard. I only wish I was home when it happened. Another milestone moment missed in the life of a working mom...
Now granted, it may be another six months till she does it again. She had plenty of other tries today but didn't repeat her morning miracle. It was definitely a step in the right direction and it made me finally see that there is a light at the end of the diaper tunnel.
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