|from the park that night.|
Then we had a Friday night family date. One where we all go out, ate dinner at a real restaurant, didn't offend people with our rambunctious crew, meaning, everyone (including me) was semi-well behaved.
One where we go out afterwards to a park, let the 2 year old run rampid....just kidding, where we actually hover over her as she goes up the most god-awful-dangerous things I've ever seen in the worst non-grippy and unsafe shoes known to man (her TOMS). One where we smile a lot and where Lucy-girl was a little doll face angel baby, just along for the ride, completely content. One where I thought, yea this weekend is gonna be the bomb dot com.
It was a gorgeous night, and just felt like a good opening to our weekend. You know what I mean?
But in between taking turns
So Saturday morning rolled around and Emeline happened to mention her Dora panties....and just.like.that it was as if she decided for us. This was the weekend. Our only free weekend to really go nowhere, and just drill this thing in. Yep. Dun, dun, dun. Potty training.
Declan and I just looked at one other and kind of gave each other the shrug like well it's gotta happen sometime. And so. Yea. We just went with it. There was no planning. There was no potty chart. No special trip with toys or stickers to bribe her. Nothing that I had planned on doing. But oh well.
We probably said, "Em, tell us when you have to go potty" about 43904839084 times. We've had a little nakey tush running around. We've talked way too much about bodily fluids. Gave a million high-fives. Made celebratory phone calls (per her request). Did lots of dancing. Lots of praising. Lots of "you did it!" and "I did it!"'s were uttered. Basically, all the things that make you sound like a looney-bin unless you're a parent and have been there. It's cool. We know we're crazy.
But the good news is, most parents are crazy--so it's okay.
I'm not really sure I'm ever going to get into the throes of potty training details here. Because, um...fun times, yea? But, I will say--it was a lot less stressful than I anticipated, which probably meant she was ready. And so far I'm both super proud of her, and super scared to ever leave the house. I know other moms who have been down this road feel me on that one. (tips??)
So instead of wasting* away our only free weekend in October? We might just have one kid in diapers now. How 'bout that? Here's to hoping...
*there is nothing wasteful about a free weekend, fyi--I love a good do nothing weekend like the best of 'em.