It’s been fun, we’ve laughed, cried, had some good times (when aimed correctly) and some bad times (when said tail was not tucked in) and of course some ugly times (many of them stinky *pinches nose*).
I wasn’t quite prepared for the reaction Lil G displayed when we explained to him that today would be the last time he used the potty. He is most definitely a sensitive soul. Bless him, he cried, his bottom lip went and generally he looked sad. I should have expected it really, he did the same when we said goodbye to his pram. The poor fella who bought it off us, felt incredibly guilty and actually asked if we were sure.
Until recently I was quite happy having Lil G’s potty downstairs, it’s such a long way to our bathroom. It’s not because he doesn’t like the Big Boy toilet, I guess it’s laziness on our part. However, we realised the time had come when some friends came to visit recently. Lil G decided he wanted a poo and point-blank refused to go upstairs, he was desperate and like his mummy loves routine! He wanted his potty! Our friends are pregnant, so understood (or did they, I guess we’ll never know!) but still they weren’t quite prepared for what came next, Lil G, dare I say it, groaning whilst having a poo! Embarrassed doesn’t quite cut it. They left quite soon after, Oops.
How I see it is that we must have made the whole potty training experience a positive one, he really did enjoy decorating it after each successful trip. Unlike some little ones he embraced the potty and really made us proud. For more on our potty training story take a look back at my previous ‘We did it’ post.
As I write this post and only 15 minutes after saying goodbye to ‘The’ potty, Lil G came running to me (it’s always me by the way), made a grunt and whispered ‘I need a poo’. I bundled him up, and made the journey down the hall, up the winding stairs, along the landing and into the bathroom as fun as possible.
What came next was totally unexpected…. Are you ready, you’re not eating?! Right, here goes, Lil G randomly said ‘Come on poo poo, get out of my bum’. As i’m sure you are now, I laughed out loud, which of course meant that it was repeated several times! I could hear Mr H chuckling away.
It was a deliciously cute moment.
Hooray, no more tears, and in true Lil G style he saw this next stage as an adventure. Three squeezes of love. From me. To him.
How have your little or big ones reacted to change, a special toy being removed? Potty training. A change in routine? I’d love to hear your thoughts.