Oh, I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined what I'm about to write. I already mentioned - months ago - how uncomfortable I am/used to be about bodily unpleasantries. That has fallen by the wayside now, after 18 months of motherhood, and Potty Time is quickly becoming my favorite time of day.
We bought Henry a potty for his birthday, but it was clear he wasn't ready yet. We let him get it out of the box and explore it, and then waited patiently until he showed some sign of wanting to use it. At this point he's been using it for about a month, and I'd say he's batting about .500. So, since I stay at home with him during the day, I'm the one who typically sits there with him, singing and dancing to encourage him. He's already begun some most hilarious Potty Time habits, such as:
*After he does his business, he gets an M&M as a reward. He used to eat them, but now he drops them "accidentally" into the potty and then signs for another one. Cheeky little boy.
*He loves to "read" Elvis' bathroom crossword puzzle book.
*About half the time he doesn't want me to put his pull-up on him (independence!), so I'll hand it to him. He does one of two things with it. He either pretends to wipe his bottom with it, or he puts the pull-up on like a hat.
*He also enjoys a rousing game of shower-curtain peekaboo.
*He loves to sit on his little potty while I'm sitting on the big potty.
*Sometimes he'll sit on the closed potty lid and "read" a book for 5 or 10 minutes at a time.
*When he hears his potty hit the water, he makes the most hilarious Excitement Face in the universe. His eyes get enormous, his mouth shrinks to a little dot, and about half the time he squeals with delight and then falls off the potty laughing.
Every day I think to myself "There's no way I could love this little boy one iota more than I do right now." And the next day I'm always proven wrong.
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