Not IN the potty, but near the potty

Last night it occurred to me that it had been several hours since Ella had a diaper change. I sorta felt it to see if it had that full, gushy feeling. A little bit. So I took it off and the next thing I knew Ella was racing away, saying “potty.”

This is my chance, I thought. I led her to the bathroom where a small Winnie the Pooh potty chair sits next to the real one. I bought it a few weeks ago with the hopes of introducing it to her and letting her get used to the idea of it.

So, I pulled her pants back down and she sat right down on her potty. Just then Steve came down and Ella abruptly got up and closed the door. We laughed at the notion that she wanted privacy.

Then we heard her talking but could tell it wasn’t from the corner where her potty sits. I opened the door and redirected her back on to her potty. I closed the door again.

Then we heard it. The distinct sound of tinkling. My husband and I’s eyes both got big as we surely had the same proud thought. Our baby was peeing in the potty.

So, I waited until she was done and opened the door. And there she was, standing, pants around her ankles, over a puddle of pee on the floor. D’oh!

Oh well. To me it’s progress. She knew what she was there to do. And she did it. She just needs to know exactly WHERE to do it.