Potty Talk

Taylor has been potty "training" for quite some time now. In fact, we started working on it before Easton was born, which turned out to be a mistake because she reverted back to not being interested at all when he came along. I think we FINALLY reached the plateau thanks to being able to hang out with older cousins over the holidays. Thank you Quaid, Noah, Jaci and Jaden! She had the whole tee-teeing thing down for a long time, but she would hold her #2, for lack of a better word, until she got a diaper for quiet time or bed time. I had such a hard time keeping my patience and staying "positive," as all the books suggest, when I could see her anguish, but she just refused to go.

Fast forward to the Christmas holidays, and all of the sudden going #2 in the potty is the new thing. You should have seen the celebrations at our house when she did the deed in the potty. An outsider might think we had won the lottery with all of the whooping and hollering and dancing going on. Not only would Taylor dance and sing, she would yell, "AND I get TWO skittles." Oh, how this precious child loves candy.


I never really thought about the repercussions of all of the celebrating at home behind closed doors, until we went on a road trip to New Mexico. On the way home, we stopped at a gas station and Taylor had to potty. So we made the trip to the restroom and she sits down and announces very loudly that she has to poop. Thank goodness it was a single bathroom. So, trying to stay "positive," I plaster on a smile and tell her great, well lets go and get it done. As we are exiting the bathroom, Taylor did not forget our home celebrations, and promptly starts singing at the top of her lungs that she pooped in the potty and she gets TWO skittles! It was embarrassing, but I was still one proud Mommy. So I quickly made it to the candy aisle and purchased the treasured skittles.


Her next little celebration took place at her cousin, Reagan's, first birthday party. The party was at Grandma's house and she announced to everyone that she had to poop. So after the deed, the celebration wasn't quite as loud because the room was full of people, but she did have to go tell her Uncle Justin about pooping in the potty, all the while he is trying to film his daughter opening her presents. He told her good job while trying to hide the chuckles. Thank you Uncle Justin!