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Potty time. All the time.

I’ve been meaning to post this for some time now, but I was too afraid to jinx it.  Jaia is officially potty trained.  She uses the toilet 100% of the time and I am 100% THRILLED!

A confession:

The early days of potty training make you wish you could go back to the easy days of diaper changes.  I found myself following her around asking her constantly if she needed to go to the potty, worrying that we’d have an accident while were out, though that rarely happened.  But in true Fullerton fashion, When we have an accident, we go all out.  Pardon the pun.

The story goes like this: We had spent an absolutely lovely day downtown Ottawa in November.  We were Christmas shopping and decided to stop for lunch at the Brig, a pub located steps from where we had originally parked.  As soon as we sat down Jaia asked to go to the potty.  We trudged down the most wonky, narrowest stairs I may have ever descended.  We squeezed into the TINY stall got her ready, plopped her on the toilet and…nothing.  False alarm.  “All done now!”, she claimed.  So we got her ready, washed hands, headed up the stairs.

2 minutes later, she asked to go potty again.  Repeat the above X3 and still no toilet action.  So the next time she asked, we kind of ignored…or hesitated.  And then I saw the face.  You know the face… and I picked her up and raced down those stairs two at a time.  Too late.  Without an extra set of clothes (my fatal mistake), I had no choice but to clean her up and carry her, bottomless, through the restaurant to our table where I could put her into her snow suit.  Sans pants.  Ew.  😐

Now we were eager to get her home (obviously) so we quickly paid our bill and headed toward the car.  As soon as we got there, she made the face again.  Now we had nothing to change her into.  Dan did what any super dad would do and quickly removed his t-shirt to wrap around her.  Problem was, her snowsuit was a one piece and was now soiled, and we needed something to keep her warm in the cold car, so Dan wrapped his jacket around her.  Perfect.

Picture this.  Baby: snug in car seat wearing a t-shirt as pants, wrapped in a man’s coat.  Man: standing in the parking garage shirtless.  Mama: laughing hysterically.

Moral of the story.  Always bring extra clothes.  You never know when or who will need them.

January 29, 2009 - 9:47 am

Gen - Is it bad that I’m sitting at my office computer laughing out loud?!?!

January 29, 2009 - 9:58 am

Katie - Oh no! That was (and even still ) my biggest fear!! You are right, always, always have extra clothes!

January 29, 2009 - 9:59 am

Katie - Oh- and congrats on the potty training! Big Girl Jaia!!

January 29, 2009 - 4:36 pm

Auntie Jen - OR have a back-up of puppy training pads! 😉

Cute story.. I laughed out loud my cube farm.

February 3, 2009 - 3:46 pm

Sonja - That is hilarious. I’ve been sitting at my computer running visuals through my head – thanks for a serious case of the giggles.

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