“Yup, BabyC. Mama’s pooping.”
BabyC watched me on the potty. Then she pointed to her diaper. She wanted to go, too. I helped her wiggle out of her shorts and unsnap her cloth diaper. She sat down on the potty and did a little butt scoot to get comfortable.
We sat in silence for two seconds. Then BabyC hopped up to check the contents of her potty. Nope, nothing yet. She sat back down.
I sang a little made-up potty song to the tune of Frere Jacques (my go-to for made up songs):
Poop, poop, poop, poop
Pee, pee, pee, pee
Poop, poop, poop! Poop, poop, poop!
Pee-ee, pee-ee, pee pee! Pee-ee, pee-ee, pee pee!
Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop. Poop.
(In an alternate version, I substitute “psss, psss” and fart noises (how on earth do you write those?) for pee and poop, respectively. It’s OK to be impressed with me right now.)
BabyC continued to hop up and down to check her progress on the potty, then to grab a magazine, then to trade it out for a better one. The hardest thing about learning to use the potty is the sitting still part.
She did poop eventually. “All done, BabyC?” I asked. (I had finished looooong ago.)
“Naa,” she said, nonchalantly.
And so we sat, for 20 more minutes, singing and reading. BabyC was right – she wasn’t done. She needed more time, and kudos to her for knowing it. Three poops later, she finally announced, “All done!”
It was epic, I tell you. What made it most impressive was that this was BabyC’s first time on the potty in a couple of months. Continue reading