I’m sure it was just a fluke. Please tell me, it was just a fluke.
I finally broke down on Friday and bought a potty. Not because we’re ready to potty train, but because I figured we should just have one and let them look at it and maybe sit on it, whatever. I knew I’d be giving them baths that night, so I thought it would be a good time to try it out. I didn’t think they’d actually do anything, you know?
But maybe they’re showing signs of readiness. Or something. They know that “Shrek go potty!” at the beginning of the movie. If that’s not a sign of readiness, I don’t know what is. And then I start to get all paranoid that I’m going to miss some crucial potty training window. That if I don’t address it now, they’ll be in diapers til they’re ten.
So I bought the freaking potty.
And Oliver pooped in it. (Sorry. At least I didn’t take a picture of it. Ha ha ha! Ew.)
And I was so stunned that I wasn’t sure what to do. I praised him and then threw him in the tub and then freaked out inside.
After talking to some other moms, I’m a little calmer. I don’t have to potty train him right away. I can just keep putting him on it whenever the mood strikes. But I think when I do get a little more serious about potty training, we’ll do it one at a time, and start with Oliver.
So I’m going to believe it was a fluke, and not that my kid is some kind of pooping genius.
Am I doing this right?