Anyone remember this?
That was me this afternoon.
I looked up and Boo was standing there with her pants off. I asked her what she was doing, and then it occurred to me, helloooooo we're potty training, use the opportunity. So I took her to the potty, she sat down.....and she pottied. And her pull-up was dry. Dry, I say.
I immediately high-fived my precious girl and thought of Balki and the dance of joy.
I guess if you've never tried to potty train a stubborn little person who does not want to be trained, this probably has no relevance to your life. But, if you have, well, then.
I'm easily amused. The dance of joy was not stifled by the fact that she had pottied through several pairs of panties and I had cleaned a bunch of spots on the carpet earlier today. Still. at this point I celebrate every small step in the right direction. Maybe there is hope of this child giving up diapers in the foreseeable future after all.
Really, I do have more on my mind than potty training these days, not that you could necessarily tell it from recent blog posts.
I guess the blogging obsession has finally settled into a hobby of more manageable portions. I just don't seem to have the time to blog as much as I'd like since this move. I haven't been able to figure out what exactly is keeping me so busy, but taking my two-year old potty often and pleading with her to keep Dora dry probably is part of it. I finally got my Google reader down to zero today, but to do it I had to sadly just mark all as read for more of my favorites than I wanted to. Anyway, maybe one of these days this blog will resemble thoughtful blogging again. I hope so. I bet you do, too.