The summer has flown by and I’ve realized I’ve written very
few blog entries. Our days have been busy ~ with work and play and puddle
jumping and ice cream eating ~ and I know that the daily routine that we are
all victim to grabbed hold of me this summer. Alas, the inspiration for
adventure writing has been waning.
But then one day everything changed. Riley went pee-pee in
her big-girl potty.
The first time she attempted this new feat, she took out the
pot that you go potty in, sat on the seat, and peed on the floor. Although it
wasn’t the victory we were hoping for, it was a big step in the right direction
and we praised her for her efforts. Yay Riley!
Two days later, Riley announced that she had to go potty, and
so I rushed her to her special throne, pulled down her pants and diaper and…
whaalaa! Pee-pee in the potty! Perhaps it was too much for her ‘cause we
haven’t had another potty victory since, but she continues to announce her
pee-pee intentions and even mimics her daddy when she sees him outside in the
bushes. Yes, she mimics him.
Now, potty training in the woods provides a special treat
for parents. Without the cumbersome rules that society places on people – you
know, like “use a toilet to do your business” – us folks in McCarthy get to
worry about our youngsters falling into outhouses and pooping in the middle of
town in broad daylight. Oh the joys! For example, the other day while in the
store, Riley announced that she needed to go potty. Knowing she was equipped with a diaper, and I had my
hands full, I didn’t take advantage of this potty-training moment like I should
have. Besides, where would she pee? In the bushes?
So I continued grabbing more
items and happened to look down at my daughter, who apparently was ready to do
business in the store. With her pants around her ankles, she attempted to “walk”
around the store while announcing she had to go potty. Alrighty then.
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| Thank you, Auntie Julie, for documenting this moment! |
After quickly pulling up her pants and paying for my items,
we started our walk home. Riley, however, was intent on going potty and began a
tearful breakdown in the middle of town. Knowing that “potty” had either A)
already happened or B) was just a cool new term to throw around, I found some
low shrubbery and said “Ok, let’s do this! Humor me!” Diaper off and pants down
to her ankles, Riley laughed and ran away when, to my horror, I realized that
she did in fact go potty already. And you know what kind of potty I mean. So…
middle of town… broad daylight… half naked child running around with, ehh,
dirtiness abounding. Priceless.
Just another day in McCarthy!
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| Life is too short to not blow (and eat) bubbles |
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| Plane ride with mama! |
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| Giving knuckles to beloved Uncle Colin |
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| Front yard dance party |
Now, potty training in the woods provides a special treat
for parents. Without the cumbersome rules that society places on people – you
know, like “use a toilet to do your business” – us folks in McCarthy get to
worry about our youngsters falling into outhouses and pooping in the middle of
town in broad daylight. Oh the joys! For example, the other day while in the
store, Riley announced that she needed to go potty. Knowing she was equipped with a diaper, and I had my
hands full, I didn’t take advantage of this potty-training moment like I should
have. Besides, where would she pee? In the bushes?
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