I wake up every morning to this amazing, sweet little voice, saying over and over, "Mom, I wake now. Mom, I wake now. Mom, where you at? I wake now." It's far better than the sound of any other kind of alarm clock. And before I ever rush out of bed, I take a few seconds to thank God that the little voice is calling me. It's calling me, and no one else.
If being a mommy has taught me anything, it's that I never, ever, never, I mean NEVER EVER know what is going to happen 5 minutes from now when my little man is with me. I can have something in mind. I can have a plan. It rarely plays out in real life how I've pictured it in my head. I have learned to expect the unexpected. And I wouldn't change a thing! Not a single thing.
So it's time to start this potty training business. We've been talking about it for a while now with my very "I like to do things my very own way and will let you know when I'm ready" child. We've been exploring the potty. We've been flushing the potty. We even practice opening and closing the lid and standing on it to brush our teeth. We're pretty much potty experts. Except when it comes to sitting on the potty and making things happen.
Up until Monday, every time we tried sitting on it, it was a horrific, neighbors calling, people showing up at the door to find out why my poor child was screaming kind of experience. Purely joyful, really. The stuff memories are made of.
But Monday was different. We were sitting in the living room and he grabbed my hand and said "Go potty, Mommy." I hesitantly looked at him. We've done it before. We get close and the panic sets in. I wasn't sure if this was going to be the same, or different. It proved to be different. He stood still while we de-pants and sat down like a champ. We even got results.
Elated was not the right word. We were dancing, singing, high-fiving, celebrating and having a grand ol' time. We told him he could have a treat--he chose skittles (not a surprise!) and we were about to be big boy potty pros.
Ok...turns out big boy potty pros is a really strong title. After all, it had only been one time. Turns out, we're right back to the "avoid the big boy potty at all costs" frame of mind.
Until...
Just today, we sat on the potty again, with little fear and anxiety. He seemed to be okay with it. We had the skittles ready and we were good to go. We sat and sang songs, chatted, read a book and nothing. Not even a dribble. But, we felt it was a pretty good effort, so we were still going to let him have a treat. I got his skittles ready, and he says, "No thanks, Mom. I have boccli (broccoli.)" Um...
Turns out we don't have any broccoli. FAN-flippin-TASTIC!
Really, broccoli? You may remember another broccoli story...we've had a complete 180 since then, and it turns out my son will pretty much do anything for broccoli. Including sitting on the potty. For a long time.
So...it turns out, that for today, (and maybe just for today only), broccoli seems to be the secret weapon to becoming a big boy potty pro. Reilly will sit on the potty with no worries forever, as long as he can eat broccoli while he's there.
Now...I'm going to scour the sale ads for a produce sale...
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