Cee has been experimenting with using the potty for months now. 6 months, actually. I wrote about it here, where I expressed some ambivalence about the process and pledged that I would be an easy-going, no-pressure mama about the whole thing. Although all of this is still true, I think, I’m here today to confess that I did have a secret hope that we had a potty prodigy on our hands. Based on her early interest and success, I figured that she’d potty train herself by her second birthday. Silly me.
Instead, Cee’s interest in the potty seems to have plateaued to using the potty just once or twice per week. She’s still very interested in what goes on when I’m on the potty, but she herself prefers to go in a diaper. Rather than use the potty, Cee has been reading up on the process. One of her favorite texts these days is “Potty” by Leslie Patricelli.
This is Cee’s favorite part of the “Potty” book:
Then she giggles at her own joke. OK, we giggle sometimes, too. I have a feeling that my almost-two-year-old has caught on to the fact that we like it when she goes potty, and at this stage of her life, she sometimes goes out of her way to do the opposite of what we want. And I’m realizing that we could be at this stage of potty learning for a while.
Meanwhile, Cee’s caregiver informed me this morning that Cee pees in the potty several times per day at her house. Curious, isn’t it?