Potty Training - Yippee!

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You can learn many things from children.
How much patience you have, for instance.

~ Franklin P. Jones
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What a way to start a post, right?  With a photo of my toilet.  Trust me, I went back and forth but there was no better image than what I'd been looking at for the better part of the day.

Daughter of the year #2 has started potty training.  There's nothing really fun about potty training except that you get to quit buying diapers, which is a nice addition to your budget.  We have her sister to thank for most of this who countless times paraded her into the bathroom and told her step by step what you do as she went potty.  Honestly, it's pretty much been easy thus far.  

So, while it still seems too early, we thought we'd give things a try this weekend with full-blown potty training.  Now, I'm not talking Pull-Ups (people, they are just glorified diapers).  I'm talking underwear.  Yep, this is what my blogging has been reduced to...potty training.  Hey, it's the most prevalent thing on my mind right now.  Roll with it folks.

We began the day with a trip to Walmart to purchase underwear.  Daughter of the year #2 selected a fancy package of Hello Kitty, which she prefers to call Kitty Hello.  We let her.  It's a free laugh in our day.  So, we returned home to put on her brand new underwear.  After several minutes, she settled on the purple pair with sparkly Hello Kitties all over it.  Then, this is pretty much how the rest of the day went:

Ask child every 15 minutes if she has to potty.  After 100th time, child finally responds, "I'm fine." 

Make numerous trips to the bathroom, where you snap on the little kid toilet seat, put the step stool in just the right spot, and patiently wait as she hoists herself onto her new found throne.  It's agonizing.  And, at times can take upwards of 10 minutes.  That's just physically getting ON the potty folks, not the actual process itself.    

Lose 10 minutes of my life waiting for her to get settled only to learn the actual sitting on the seat will last a whopping 30 seconds.  While her shouts of "All done!" were cute the first 10 times, they started to wear on me. 

Laugh every time she refers to the toilet paper as a "pee pee towel."  Come on now, for all of this I could at least get some humor out of it. 

Pull the new sparkly underwear completely off every time she goes (we haven't gotten the concept of merely just pulling it down).  When she shouts after 30 seconds "All done!" you find yourself loathing that purple sparkly underwear and the number of times you've have to put it on today.

Get a few moments to use the restroom yourself only to be interrupted with someone kicking (yes, literally kicking) the door shouting, "Mommy, I go potty!"  Building one more bathroom onto this house just might have moved up the priority list. 

All in all, day one went well.  We'll see how tomorrow goes.  I know many of you are judging me.  Shame on me for not enjoying this part of my parental duties and being so pleased my child is growing up.   It's not that I'm not enjoying it nor pleased at her progress.  However, there's only so much even the most sane of people can take.  Plus, I'll need a few days to mourn the loss of my bathroom to yet another female member of our family.  Lord help me when they're teenagers! 

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