Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Sam's 1st Peepee in the Toity!

On our recent road trip to South Carolina and Maryland, we came into possession of an wooden stool that used to be Elise's dad's when he was a little boy. It was given to us by Elise's grandmother and we packed it into the trunk and brought it home. In our parenting zeal, we were eager to put Sam at the top of it and show him how to hold on and aim for the bowl, but, alas, he mostly tottered around and threatened to pitch head first into the water.

A few weeks ago, we made a trip (or two!) down to Ikea in Ft. Lauderdale to buy a new day bed. On a whim we threw in this $3 robin's egg blue plastic potty called Er Pupel or some Swedish word with lots of umlauts over it that probably means toliet or poop in Swedish.

I should probably backtrack and explain that Sam is obsessed with flushing toilets. I guess most toddlers his age are, but it is impossible to go to the bathroom in our house without Sam barging in after you to flush the toliet. At least now he waits for you to finish. I can only imagine him playing contentedly at his wooden Thomas train tracks or his Fischer Price parking garage until the sound of someone going to the bathroom reaches his ears, whereupon his ears perk and he launches himself full speed toward the bathroom door, lest he miss the coveted opportunity to work the flusher.

Well, this afternoon all that groundwork bore magical fruit in the form of a miniscule little puddle in the bottom of a $3 Ikea potty.

Elise, Sam and I were hanging out in his room. Elise and I were debriefing each other on the day's events. Sam was piling cars into the elevator shaft of the aforementioned parking garage, bumper to bumper. When we both noticed how.....flatulent (sorry!) Sam was. I carpe diemed and grabbed the potty, took Sam's diaper off and sat him on it, but he wouldn't sit still. Instead he hopped up and skipped to the big toliet.

I pulled the step stool out from under the sink and positioned Sam at the top of it. And he tried! He was pushing and pushing but nothing would come out. We gave up after a few moments, but Sam still seemed to be trying so we sat him back on the potty. He pushed and pushed. He even held on to the side of the cabinet. Finally, he stood up to survey the damage and, lo and behold, there was a tiny squirt of pee in the bottom of the potty!!!!

No one could have been more thrilled or happy than Sam himself. He gleefully poured the pee into the toliet and flushed. He was rewarded for his toil with a pink frosty cookie!

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