The day has arrived. My baby no longer needs his momma to wipe his booty. I have to admit with every new milestone comes joy and sorrow. Joy that I no longer have to buy diapers, but sorrow this is one more thing he will not need me for anymore.
My big boy is officially a certified pee-pee in the potty expert. Operation Potty worked! I have heard of people potty training as early as 15 months. Maybe I am just a hippy at heart, but I wanted my son to do it when he was ready, or when we were broke from buying diapers, which ever came first. Luckily he was ready.
When you are a working mom, you need everyone in your child’s life involved in his or her growth. We enlisted his teachers at school to ask him every hour if he had to go potty. When he did use the potty the whole class would cheer as he made his exit. Attention wh*re, wonder where he gets that? His teacher says he is only one of two that currently uses the potty, so that made me proud. Also, she said he is the popular kid because he is always playing and sharing with everyone. Sorry- had to throw that one in too. (Attention Wh*ore).
At home, he wore a potty watch. The watch is shaped like a potty and you set a timer that goes off every hour. When it went off, S would get very excited and announce it was potty time. Once he finished, he wanted us to go look at it before he flushed, then would say, “Bye-bye poo-poo!” Husband and I would dance around in a way that we would be embarrassed if it wasn’t just us.
The final tool in Operation Potty was going to Target and letting him pick out big boy underwear. He, of course, chose Batman. Once we got home he pranced around in his new undies and declared himself a big boy. There you have it. It truly is the little things in life that make you happy.