Before I burst, I just have to say, the Big One peed on the potty last night!!!!

Okay, so here’s how it happened. We were playing in the play room when the Big One announced, “Mommy, I peeing.” My trained response, as it has been for the last few months, was, “Well, do you want to sit on the potty?”

Fully expecting her to shout NO and run away from like she usually does, I was nearly blown over when she said YES! Of course the yes was followed by a list of demands. She wanted her little potty, her wipes, the Dora and fishy stickers and the M&Ms all brought downstairs. {yes, we resorted to bribes of stickers and candy to get her to pee}.

Now I ran up the stairs as fast as my fat legs would carry me, knowing full well that the act of peeing was done and over with but I didn’t want to mess with the progress of her actually having the desire to sit on the potty. So I return to the bottom of the stairs and head for the bathroom, the Big One following closely.

We strip her down to just a shirt {which was actually a Dora dress} and the waiting begins. She sits on her little Baby Bjorn potty and says, “Mommy stay in here!” So I oblige, parking myself in the bathroom doorway. The Little One was playing nearby so I wanted to be able to keep an eye on her while providing the Big One with the moral support she needed.

As time goes on, we talk about going on the potty, wearing panties, getting stickers, cleaning our butts and all kinds of other topics as we sat for 45 minutes. Yes 45 minutes of trying to go on the potty. I knew she had just peed in her diaper and the chances of there being more pee in there were slim to none, but I didn’t want to mess with her mojo. So we sat.

Finally the Husband got home from work and I convinced the Big One that I needed to start dinner while she kept trying. After another 20 minutes or so, the Husband and I convinced her that she needed to eat dinner, but if she felt like she needed to go potty all she had to do was tell us and we’d get her back to the potty.

She declared that she would eat dinner, but she wanted to wear her panties. She has NEVER gone without a diaper. I was not looking forward to a potential accident but knew that her enthusiasm is fleeting and I need to take advantage of it. So we put the blue Dora panties on. {Yes, they had to be blue because that is her favorite color!}and headed for the dinner table.

We were eating our dinner, chatting about our days when the Big One suddenly says, “Excuse me mommy and daddy, I need to go potty.” Jumping into action, the Husband gets her down from her booster seat, takes off her pants and panties and plops her on the potty. He returned to the table and we continued eating when about 3 minutes later from the bathroom we hear, “I pee-peed…. I pee-peed!” I ran in to check and discovered that she had in fact peed. WAHOOOO!!

Here’s where the new low comes in. She declared that she still need to “go poopie,” and that I needed to stay in there with her. In fact she was insistent, so with tears of joy and pride in my eyes, I set-up shop on the bathroom floor and finished eating my dinner while the Big One continued her quest to poop on the potty.