It's been potty training central around here for the last few weeks. Maria is finally starting to ask to go to the potty, and has been doing a fair job of keeping her special big-girl pants dry. All this potty related effort has caused several interesting situations.
The first incident happened the other day at lunch. Maria decided that she wanted to talk about her Elmo potty video.
Her is her version of the plot:
There was this little boy and he went up the stairs and he hadda go to da potty. And he went.Then Elmo was in the bathroom and his daddy knocked on the door and asked if he needed help and he said no.Baby bear and... and, uh, um... the other... Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear were there and Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear was hiding under the table. And Gina asked if she hadda go to the potty, and go woo-woo, and she said Yes! and Gina said come into my office, I have a special potty. Gina was an Officer. And Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear went.Ya gotta love potty stories while you're eating.
The other funny situation happened at Wal-mart. Maria was wearing her big-girl pants, so I reminded her to tell me when she felt like she had to go to the potty. So we're in the craft section at the back of the store and Maria stands up in the cart and announces, "Mommy, I feel something coming out of my bum!" At which point, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or sink into the floor from embarrassment. I chose to tell her, "Squeeze your legs together!" and started running towards the front of the store, where I thought the nearest restroom was. Fortunately for us, there was one near the back, which I almost ran past in my haste to save Maria's big-girl pants and the contents of my cart from whatever was 'coming out' of her bum.
Thankfully, we made it in time. The actual potty experience was pretty fun in itself, as I had to wrangle with Amelia, whom I refused to put down on the Wal-mart bathroom floor. So I had her in my arms, struggling to get down, while helping Maria get onto and stay on the toilet seat, wipe, flush, pull up pants and wash hands. Oh, and did I mention that even though Maria made it to the potty, she got her shirt wet as it hung a little low while she was going. Luckily, I was purchasing some shirts for her, so all I had to do was open the bathroom door, get the pack of shirts from the cart, open it and get a shirt out, all with one hand, while the Indian lady across the way stared at me like I was a freak or perhaps a very poor thief.
Yep, fun indeed. Especially when, about 15 minutes later, just after Amelia started having a meltdown, and I was ready to leave, Maria announces, "I need to go somewhere" while tugging at her pants. So back to the bathroom we went. Thankfully, the Indian lady was gone this time.
Eventually, we made it out of the Wal-mart, with big-girl pants intact. But it was a pretty exhausting trip.
Now that Maria learned to tell us when she has to go, I think we'll start working on the wording she should use for her request. And maybe tomorrow we'll pop the Elmo Potty video back in and find out Wee-wee and Woo-woo bear's real name.