I know fans of Cricket say that there is nothing better than hearing the sound of ‘Leather hitting Willow’, I don’t think the potty training equivalent of ‘soft poo hitting hard plastic’ will ever catch on in the same way.
The Jam-eater has been telling us lately when she’s had a ‘Wee-Wee’ and a ‘Poo-Poo’, so we decided to give potty training an initial go. I don’t think she’s quite ready just yet, but we shall persevere when we have more time in the house with her.
Yesterday started great with several successful tinkles in the potty, which to be honest, Emma and I applauded like it was ‘last night of the proms’. Then, unawares Flo takes to the potty and ‘SLAP!!’, shit went down. Literally.
‘Emmmmaaaa!!!!!!!!’ I shouted upstairs.
‘What?’ The reply came.
‘It’s massive and looks like a Snickers bar’ I reply while running up the stairs, poo laden potty in hand, half excited and half gagging from the smell.
Unfortunately the success was short lived as Flo was clinging onto the living room floor-lamp later in the day whispering ‘I’m having a Wee daddy’. She was basically hanging onto the lamp like a smiling, incontinent stripper.
I’m sure we will get there over the next few days with a lot more perseverance and a lot less pee soaked lamps. I’ll keep you posted.