look, it’s no secret that i’m high strung. “laid back” and “easy going” are never going to be words used to describe that emily wheeler. i’m straight up uptight and function best in a world of order and discipline, organization, cleanliness, and control.
(i know, i’m totally making everyone want to hang out with me right now).
so needless to say, there have been a lot of things about infants and toddlers that don’t exactly give me warm fuzzy feelings. enter: potty training. my kryptonite, as it were. i spent many a night lying awake wondering how i would conquer this formidable foe. i read all the books, i bought all the supplies, i googled for days. then i fastened on my rubber gloves, grabbed the sponges and held my breath for the worst.
after all, summer is the girl who can take a carefree bike ride through san francisco and turn it into a harrowing journey of ear-splitting screams. who can decide she doesn’t want to get out of the car and therefore thrash about for hours inconsolable. who wants her corn placed in the bowl just right, or she’ll throw it back at you.
can you imagine potty training this girl?
but luckily, in an effort to avoid being pigeonholed into any one role, my summer is also the little sweetheart who transitioned to a big girl bed with ease, who is kind and polite, who lets me do her hair every day and doesn’t gives me lip about her outfits (thank heavens!). and THAT is the summer who i wanted to rise to the occasion for this all important moment in our lives.
**and glory be!! she did!**
now, obviously, we’re only at the tip of day four, so it’s much too early to be calling the game, but she’s been my little potty prodigy, and i just gots to give props when props are due.
i shan’t bore you with the details of her hits and misses (of course, it’s all thoroughly documented), but let’s just say at this rate, she’ll be home free (uh, “ish”) by next week.
way to go, summer girl. way. to. go.
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