This, ladies and gentlemen, is the singing potty. In.The.Trash!!!!
That’s right, I am happy to announce that I no longer have to hear:
I’m so big
Look at me
I can use my own potty
And it makes me feel so very, very proud
When everybody cheers out loud!
Sidebar: I totally did a slow wind eveytime I heard this song. Mother of the year, am I.
Regs has come home five days in a row in the same clothes she left for school in. And around these parts, dry panties are a cause for celebration. I feel like buying that child a pony or something!
It occured to me yesterday that we have reached a level of trust. I feel like I can ask her if she has to potty and she will tell me the truth. I also feel like if she sits on the toilet, she will tell me honestly if she doesn’t have to go. So I decided to get rid of the germy potty. I had to clean it every time she made a deposit, so that is one less thing I have to clean.
She has a potty ring in the half bath, so I just need to get an additional ring for her bathroom. And, because I know that her teachers did 60% of the work, I also need to pick up some gift cards for them to show my gratitude.
Our next task is to get her through naps and bedtime without a pullup, but I’m not even pressed about that. My pull-up spending has decreased dramatically in the last two weeks.