Monday, September 14, 2009

Mima mojo

A few weeks ago, I thought we were nearing the milestone most longed for by parents the world over: potty training. The Bug was into it, she dug on her new panties, and we spent about a day and a half with grand toilet success. But she lost interest, got distracted, or otherwise decided that the diaper was still OK for now. I was a bit disappointed, but figured I have neither the know-how nor the patience to really force the issue. Plus, she's still young, so we could come back to it later.

Well, apparently all it took was about 12 hours with my mother, who worked some sort of uber-magic with astounding success. Joker and I left for a little weekend get-away on Friday morning, and by dinner-time we needed a scoreboard to track the break-throughs. The Bug had used the potty at home, the potty at the children's museum, and she'd made her first Number Two on the potty. By Sunday, she was wearing panties in the car (even when she dozed off) and had used the potty at the zoo, and this morning the first thing she asked for (well, second, after her Mima) was the potty. Another Number Two, another accident-free car ride to the babysitters... By Jove, I think she's got it!


georgia said...

CONGRATS!!! That's awesome! It's amazing the power of a grandma!

Anonymous said...

Way to go Mima! Takes a little grandmotherly know-how I suppose!