The Seat of Champions

*NOTE: Mommy blog alert. The following post contains blatant "Mommy blog" undertones, presenting subject matter of potty's, tinkles, and other references that once made my un-mommy heart wonder "Why on earth are you sharing this with me?". (To all I thought that about - I sincerely apologize. )


It's a brand new day people. Attempt one, day one in the world of potty training. And through it all I am learning that all those quizzes that ask if your child is ready are so unnecessary. The question they SHOULD be asking: Is MOMMY ready?

What a day. A LOT of excited trips to the potty (this kid LOVES to sit on his little throne). A handful of jelly bean incentives. Brand new "big boy gitchy". One little "accident", and one priceless moment at the end of a long day of nothing... the sound I never thought would be music to my ears... a little tinkle. Followed by ABSOLUTE DELIGHT, euphoria, ear to ear grinning, cheering and dancing between Mommy and child.


And one life lesson for the day: "Sammy, look at Mommy. Look into Mommy's eyes. Now listen. Sam, Never EVER, Never NEVER...Sammy listen to Mommy. Look in my eyes. NEVER. Sam stand still. Listen. Never ever EVER EVER again put your hands in the toilet. EVER." Oh bless my germaphobic heart. Sigh