POTTY TIME!

As Megan approaches two, Jillian and I have been mulling over the need to start potty training with her. In fact, we were pretty much decided it was going to be one of her birthday presents in a few weeks. But at her daycare, she has been transitioning to the next room up and for the past few days she's been in there, when they do diaper changes, they put them on the potty seats.

So, we went out tonight with her and picked out a potty seat she could have at home. That was a process. There were several models to choose from; there were seats that were truck-themed, dora themed, and one that played songs when you 'flushed' it. But those all came up short. When Megan saw the Sesame Street themed seat, complete with high-fiving, potty-encouraging Elmo on the front, that's the one she requested.

Back at home, we opened it up and she sat on it, fully clothed, just high-fiving Elmo. So far so good. We took it into the bathroom upstairs, its permanent residence, and since we were giving her a bath anyway, took her diaper off and sat her on the potty. We chanted some encouraging words, not really expecting anything, but after a few seconds she ACTUALLY WENT POTTY! I had brought the camera upstairs just to document her first time on it, not even close to expecting her to actually use the thing that I forgot to take pictures. I had to stage these shots (all were taken after she actually did her business).

Jill and I went nuts though. We started praising her like crazy, giving her high fives, and hugs. I'm sure she was confused and dumbfounded as to why we were acting like idiots. Now, I realize tonight is just the first step in this whole process, but it was exciting. And that, in itself, is a sad comment on my life. Imagine my 'joy' when she goes poop for the first time and I have to clean her up. Oh boy.