Wees in the potty! Wees in the potty!
Any of you out there who has been through this will know that that’s so much more than just a phrase. It’s poetry (‘WEES in the potty … WEES in the potty’ – it has a great rhythm).
It’s a catch cry. It’s a call to arms. A manifesto.
Pages from I Want my Potty by Tony Ross
It’s a victory yell!
On Tuesday, it happened for the first time ever at our place! *Pauses politely, acknowledges applause*
Three times over the course of an afternoon! *Pauses politely, acknowledges standing ovation*
We have been in the ‘pretend’ potty phase for months now. Maja owns one. She knows what it’s for. She has seen others using it (not us, not us! I’m hands-on but I ain’t that hands-on. She has a little two-year-old friend …). Hell, she even has a certain fondness for it (likes to sit on it, pants round her ankles, browsing through a Tesco catalogue, for example. And Bunny and Ted have become seasoned potty-users with her help). But until now: nothing doing.
On Tuesday she was running around naked, as is her wont, and the spot where she paused to take a leak (somehow that turn of phrase seems more appropriate for a toddler than a grown man, no?) was just beside the potty, so after an initial – um – squirt, I said ‘don’t you want to sit on the potty?’ And she did, and another squirt came, and it hit the potty, and … and it was beautiful. She immediately picked the potty up and tipped its contents on to the floor. I didn’t care. We cheered, we sang, we triumphantly went and told Apa the story of the Wees in the Potty, we popped champagne, we released a flock of doves into the sky we had biscuits and celebratory cups of tea.
With that, she seemed to get it. Soon after came Wee-wee the Second and Wee-wee the Third. All three of us were delighted.
Nothing since … but what a great start! Bring on that next great epoch, the Potty Training Period?!
Daisy
It’s amazing how urine can suddenly become exciting, rather than merely an acceptable stain on one’s clothes. #ahparenthood.
Ain’t that the truth! I remember when M was about 2 weeks old noticing some stain on my shirt, investigating it, and concluding ‘Oh, it’s only poo’. To my sister’s horror.
So long as you didn’t lick it to see if it was chocolate – it’s been known to happen.
What would it have been that is worse than poo?
You know, I really don’t know – I just know that, at the time, poo seemed the most benign substance in the universe.
…I dunno why my computer linked this to Super Reviewers… oh well. How random. Sorry If that was confusingness. That’s just one of my side fun things.
Cheers loud enough to be heard around the globe!
We hear them, we hear them!