Going potty
Small one has known for some time how to hold on but steadfastly refused to use anything resembling a potty or toilet. I thought this refusal may have been due to the boring potty design, so I bought a Winnie the Pooh toilet seat.
No love there.
So I threw out the five dollar ikea red potty, put aside the Winnie the Pooh toilet seat, and bought a seventy-five dollar contraption that SINGS when you wee in it, and he still refused to use it.
It is a happy potty, you see, one that small one chose online with me. Of course, after ordering it, he wanted to use it right away, not understanding the time-space contingencies of the internet.
When it arrived? No love there either. Instead, he developed a penchant for weeing outside on bushes during one weekend visit to Mudgee. Do we have bushes? No. A large tree is, however, out the front of our house. It did the trick for a day or so.
That is, until the neighbours caught small one needing to pee, he freaked out and did not pee, and the next day chose to sit on the potty. And WEE IN IT!
The lovely tune it emitted delighted all within ear shot. He and I. Since then, it’s all about the happy potty.
Sometimes I swear I’m turning in to the mother I swore I would never be. Especially when he wears disney-inspired hoodies.
