My friend described it as hitting the blood disorder lottery. It could have been a lot of things, but it wasn’t. It was the transient erythroblastopinia of childhood or TEC (yeah probably spelled wrong but can you blame me?) which means it fixed itself!!!
YAY!! THANK GOODNESS.
If you don’t know what I am talking about, there is a huge long post about what my daughter went through HERE….
But in other special bean news……
No, they don’t go to a bean stalk, they don’t grow special foods.
And it is not my way of saying I am pregnant (I wish!!)
They do something even better.
They make your kid pee and poop on the potty.
Yup, it is going to be that type of post.
We have dived underpants first into the world of potty training.
So far, it isn’t what I expected at all.
I expected to be constantly running her to the bathroom to try, perfectly mopped floors from all the accidents I had to clean up, emergency runs to the store for more underpants… you get the picture.
I expected to be involved.
She’s got this.
It was Saturday night the 14th of July. We had been letting Avery run around in underpants after nap for a couple of days previously because she just needed some air, it is super hot and the idea of wearing a diaper just seemed uncomfortable. We weren’t really trying, it was more for comfort than potty training but she seemed interesting. So that night while laying in bed I said “I think we might need to try this whole potty training thing”, Wade said something to the effect of “I guess”.
Neither of us were really excited, maybe we didn’t want her to be growing up, maybe we didn’t want to deal with it, maybe we didn’t want to give up the convenience of diapers.
It was probably all three.
But we were only half invested. More like a sure, why not try it?
So Sunday morning we woke up and I said to Avery “do you want diapers or underpants”
She said “underpants, me want pee in the potty” and she ran to her little princess potty in the bathroom.
Are you kidding me, we were “potty training” for all of 4.3 seconds and she notified us she needed to go and then went independently.
I stood there like ” did this just happen?”
Yup sure did, and it kept happening. All day. Dry all day on day one of potty training. Not even needing to be asked. Just going. On her own.
So then I gave her a “special treat” that was a jelly bean. That some how became “special beans” and that became what she got for going in the potty the first week or so.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, jelly beans aren’t great, but they are what we found and not something she gets very often. I watch her eat them so she doesn’t choke. I know a better parent would have a child who would beg for special tomatoes, or special brussel sprouts but whatever, she wants special beans and I think it is hilarious.
I stand by the special bean because hearing your kid say “want yellow special bean!” (duh, it is yellow, my kid would bleed yellow if she could) is good times. It isn’t like a permanent thing, just getting us through potty ‘training’.
Which really I really think involves more training of us than her.
Like now I have to know where any and all bathrooms are at all times. I even put her potty seat in the car so I could put her on it before grocery shopping. See.
There is a potty under all that dress.
Plus she has been cracking us up with play by plays while sitting on the potty, we got to hear one liners like:
Also the dress code for potty training is whatever the heck you want apparently. Oh and I guess you don’t have to brush your hair or wear bows or match either (yeah it started out all of those things but then she ripped out the hair and who needs pants?).
Life is pretty interesting here but I wouldn’t trade it for the world!!