So apparently we are potty-training.
Grandma has been saying for months she's ready, and apparently this little girlie agrees and is taking matters into her own hands.
It started when, shortly after breakfast, Sage McCage went up to her bedroom, and came down wearing big-girl panties that she found in her closet. And said, "Mama, go to the basement and get the potty train." Meaning the potty chair.
Sigh....okayyyyyyyyy okayyyyyyyyyy, if you insist.
I was hoping to wait until she's 7, and she's not even 2 1/2 yet.
You know that thing that first-time moms do....how they plan out the big PT event....with drinks and treats and panties and sticker charts and timers and cameras and binders full of research? I did that with child #1. It was real and it was fun and I am done.
Here's the mission statement of Bartel PT 101: Once You Go To Panties You Never Go Back. So this little girlie just signed us up for a good 4 days of staying within 200 feet of a potty. Hmmm....maybe I should clean the bathroom.
But my hopes are high that it won't be too bad (famous last words) because she is doing this Sage Style and throwing occasional squeals of delight and enthusiasm in with a general attitude of no biggie.
Here we go......