The potty post

My sister-in-law is so awesome that she suggested to her mother, "If you really want to help Alisa, you should potty-train Mary." So Grammy offered to potty train her sweet granddaughter. And I would be an idiot not to take her up on it.

So last weekend was Potty School at Grammy's house. It went well. Very well. So well, in fact, that I haven't dared post anything lest I jinx it all.

Not only does this prove how awesome grandmas are, it also shows how different children are.

Potty training David was the one of the most miserable experiences of my life. I think I'm still recovering from how much energy and bribery that took. But it couldn't have happened any other way.

Mary, on the other hand, is a very different child. She was finished with the timer and the potty treats by noon on the first day. And that was that.

Now, she was prepared for success, having had previous practice now and then.

She was also very excited about her Hello Kitty underpants. I showed them to her the night before she was to begin "potty school," and she carried all fourteen pairs around with her. Here she is, reading a bedtime story with Grammy. Notice all 14 pairs clasped to her chest.

Then she insisted on sleeping with them. (It was so funny--it took all my self-control to keep a straight face about it.) The following day, Grammy provided her with a basket for them. All weekend she carried her Hello Kitty undies around in a cute little basket. Oh, I love that girl.

Now that I have easily, successfully potty trained a child, I should write a book about it. Except that I had nothing to do with it. It was all Mary, God, and some love and guidance from Grammy. And I cannot express how grateful I am that this went smoothly.

Now for the binkie...

...hmmm...

...I think we'll save that adventure for her dad.