Until I became a parent, I never thought I’d be so excited about potty time. Every time that I go potty, there’s Miss R telling me that I get a potty sticker and a “special” m & m. And of course, as soon as I get my m & m, she wants one too. Which then means a trip to the potty with our pants hanging down and our diaper torn off and strewn about the bathroom (whether or not it has something in it-more on this in a minute) and the happiest face when she actually does make potty IN the toilet.
*And to any non-parents, I’m terribly sorry about what I have to say next.
But this morning takes the cake. She ran into the bathroom while Mommy and Daddy were in there (it’s a VERY tight squeeze with all 3 of us) and declares, “I going POTTY!” and rips off her diaper before I have a chance to catch her and “plop” out falls the contents of her diaper to the floor. Daddy and I just stared a moment. He said something like, “eww, is that really…?” And I said something like, “yup,” while I grabbed a baby wipe and starting cleaning up the mess.
Before I was a Mommy, I don’t think I could have done that. After 16 years of cleaning up horse manure, goat droppings, kitty litter, doggie doodoo, and rabbit pellets, I really would have said, “eewww, gross.” But now, it’s just another day.
Hooray poop. Have an m & m.