I was unconvinced that we were ready for potty training. Boys are hard, it's harder if you start too early, life is hard already, do I REALLY want to add cleaning pee up off the floor to my day, that'd be a resounding NO, blah, blah, blah, I don't like changes, I don't know how to potty train, except for Sweet Potato, and APPARENTLY we didn't do a very good job of teaching her, because I JUST cleaned up one of her accidents a few hours ago, blah, blah, blaaaaah.
A few weeks ago, Henry noticed that one of the girls was wearing underwear with Princesses on them. "Yook, Mama!" he said. "Petty pincesses!" Always eager to get a little edge, I said, "YES, aren't they pretty!" (WHAT? They are.) And then I said, "Get this Henry, not ONLY is there underwear with Princesses, but there is also underwear out there with Sesame Street and Thomas the Train on it. Yeah, you heard me. THOMAS THE TRAIN, SON."
He seemed pretty incredulous, so the next time we were at Wal-Mart we strolled over the kids section and I showed him the underwear and explained that when he was ready to put his poop and pee IN the potty, then we could come back and buy them. (Also, guys, this thing IS a mommyblog, so don't even ACT surprised that I'm rambling on about toddler bathroom habits. Buckle up. There's more to come.) He was clearly impressed and interested in the underpants, but fine with the fact that we weren't buying them.
This was like a week and a half ago. No discussions since then.
Then, last Saturday, he woke up and OUT OF THE BLUE the first thing out of his mouth was "I want Thomas underwears. I do peepee in da potty."
So, I got that kid dressed, put him in the car, and marched into Walmart at 8:15am on a Saturday.
You guys, OF COURSE I DID. HE WANTED TO PUT PEEPEE IN DA POTTY. Although, if it makes me seem less weirdobsessivefreakymommy, then please know that we DID make a stop at Dunkin' Donuts first, because coffee is JUST as important as underwear.
I may also have texted my mom on the way:
Mom! Going to buy Thomas the Train underwear, PER H'S REQUEST. Call me ASAP and tell me WHAT THE HECK I AM SUPPOSED TO DO NEXT.
She called me back. With great advice. And, with some of her general calming Mumsieness, which I am SO CLEARLY lacking myself.
Crap is involved!)
The once tidy bathroom is now littered with stickers and books and toy animals and extra pairs of undies and ANYTHING ELSE TO MAKE THE BATHROOM FUN! IT'S SO FUN IN HERE! YAY, THE BATHROOM!
He's actually doing a great job. We've been slowly working on it all week, low pressure and all, but he's been in underpants exclusively (except for nap & nighttime) for two days now and there have been NO ACCIDENTS YET TODAY. That's right. NONE.
You know, there are a lot of elements of parenting that change us irrevocably. Some for the better, some for the worse. Some are immediate and glaring, some creep in quietly and it takes years to even notice them. Kids change us; it's no surprise, and there's really no fighting it.
But, seriously guys, you know FOR SURE that parenting has dramatically altered your wordview, when your husband calls at lunch to ask how your day's going, and you respond with:
"IT'S GOING AWESOMELY, BECAUSE NO ONE HAS PEED ON OUR FLOOR YET TODAY! HOLLA!"