There is something so young and innocent about 2-year-olds that captures your heart.
Little Sister B is every bit a curious, energetic, comedic bundle of cuteness all wrapped up in a compact little package. She gives good hugs, can melt you with a smile, and makes my heart ache every time she sees me trying on clothes and gasps, saying, "Mommy look BOOTIFUL!"
Man, I love that kid.
So I'm trying very hard to not be frustrated with our latest venture: the dreaded potty training.
Once again I have discovered that we were spoiled with Big Sister E.
While friends were struggling with accidents and carpet cleaning and power struggles, I simply made sure Big Sister E was fully ready, told her that when the diapers ran out that there were no more, and then held a Potty Party.
We had a whole tray of treats that she was able to choose from each time she made an attempt... which was furthered by the fact that I had bought a selection of drinks that she typically isn't allowed to have. We hung out in the living room watching potty DVDs and reading potty books and celebrating successful bathroom trips by unwrapping small gifts that my mom had brought.
When friends told me weeks later that they were still researching the best carpet spot removal tips, I could only cringe (yuck!) and lend a supportive ear. After all, we had minimal accidents in those early days and dealt more with false emergencies when we were out (that had me scrambling to find a bathroom only to have Big Sister E give me a sweet smile and say that it turned out she didn't actually have to go), but basically things were done.
It's not to say that things are going terribly with Little Sister B and, in fact, she seems to have the concept down exceptionally well, all things considered. We even had a mini cupcake celebration that she thoroughly enjoyed.
It's just... my lack of wanting to be in this stage, I guess. Can't we just skip ahead to when I'm not the one who has to think about it anymore? The days when we can leave the house without me asking, "Do you have to go? Are you sure? Really sure?" and not carrying around multiple sets of clothing while having an extra potty seat stashed in the car just in case seem like they're never going to get here.
I know one day this will all be a distant memory, so I guess I really just need to take a cue from Little Sister B herself and find the humor in it all.
We'll get there someday, right?
How did the potty training experience go for you and your kid(s)?