Potty Times

Sarah has been potty training … and for the most part been pretty good.  For some reason she has a more difficult time knowing when poop is coming than pee.  Wish it was opposite, but what do you do?  Anyways, to help motivate her a little she gets a “big surprise” whenever she does her poops in the potty. 

 Hope you’re not eating cuz I have some potty stories to share:

We were grocery shopping and she needed to use the potty.  We dash to the front of the store and she doesn’t want to use the potty because it’s a new, “scary” toilet.  So I talk to the toilet and ask if it’s a nice one.  Surprisingly enough, it IS a nice toilet. J  She gets up enough courage to use it.  We wash our hands and head back to shopping.  Seriously less than 5 minutes later she needs to use the potty again!  What do you say to that?  No?!  (I didn’t think so either.)  We again head up to the front of the store.  There are only two stalls and wouldn’t you know it…the one with the nice toilet is being used.  So we have another melt down because this toilet isn’t the one she wants to use.  I talk to this toilet too.  She finally goes and while she’s going the lady in the next stall is very loud.  Talk about gassy!  Sarah shouts over the fan, “What was THAT?”  It was difficult to keep a straight face and tell her it was someone using the potty.

We were eating dinner at a restaurant and Sarah needed to use the potty.  She goes with no problems and was pretty excited to use a black toilet.  We get back to our table and sit down when she needs to go again.  I’m thinking it was just to see the black toilet, but nope…she now has to do her poops.  So away we go.  While her poops are coming out she is keeping a running commentary about the situation, “Here comes a baby poop”  “Here comes a mommy poop”  “Here comes a big daddy!”  Then she looks back into the toilet and says, “Hi Nathan!”  Seriously, where did she come from?  So hilarious!!!  Even though we were in the middle of dinner, I had to share that one with Nathan.  It’s not every day your kid names their poop after you.  He’s a lucky one. J ha!