Potty time!

My Echo

About two weeks ago papa and I bit the bullet and drove to Ikea with a shopping list that has been growing over the past few months. Not on the list, was a green and white potty. Too early for a 10 month old, but sooner or later, we would need it, and since we were already, we decided to grab one, and postpone an unavoidable future visit to Ikea.

While waiting at the Home Delivery line, which was slower than the checkout line, you tested your potty and liked how it felt.

At home, when you started making your familiar grunts, nonna Maria suggested that we sit you on your potty, just to get you used to it. Like a pro, you pushed:

You posed:

You pushed some more, heart in the present, eyes in the future. Zoe stopped playing with her new dinner set we got her from Ikea, and kept you company the whole way, encouraging you to charge on.

The experience was more dramatic than the pictures portray. You even lost a sock along the way, although that's far from unusual for you. You leave no sock on your feet and no hat on your head, no matter what the weather is like. 

We cheered, and clapped for your success, but instead of joining in our celebration, you were disturbed by the sight of your work, and tried to shun away. But worry not. Since that day, we have been putting you on the potty on and off, and whatever feeling of unease you had hat first time, is all gone. Instead, now we have to insist that you do not touch your poop.

Love, Mommy.