potty business...

While I am not formally "potty training" The Goose at the moment, I do exploit any interest she has in the toilet with excitement and encouragement... After all, she is my last one in diapers & it will be a happy day when we no longer have that expense. Changing poopy pants isn't exactly fun either, right?

So yesterday, The Goose decided to barge into the bathroom while I was in the shower. Uh oh... we all know this means trouble! (If you are new here, go through the older posts until you find the story about the mascara wand being used for a toilet bowl brush... It's one of her best.)

In attempt to distract her from all of my cosmetic goodies, I let her brush her teeth. This is one of her favorite things to do &  it usually keeps her busy for awhile. (I'm thinking at least until I get done with my shower.)  All was going well, until I hear the toilet lid... Oh crap. Oh crap.... what did she throw in there?

In that split second, I am imagining all sorts of items she could have tossed in & simultaneously remembering the mascara incident. (yes, I am scarred over that one.) So I pop my head out to see what kind of  "cosmetic soup" she was cooking up in the toilet and.....

Nothing!

Surprise!... She was trying to sit on the potty! Ding Ding Ding.... a perfect potty training opportunity and I am stuck in the shower. Go figure. Not wanting her to get hurt, I told her.... "Why don't you sit on the frog (pictured below) and go potty?" And she says "Ok!.....Mom." (She always has a long pause in between what she tells you and your name, which cracks me up!)

So she moves over to the frog potty as I stick my head back under the shower to rinse all of the soap out of my hair... I am thinking, Yes! This kid is so smart, she's going to potty train herself.

Clearly, she had the right idea, but is a little misinformed...

After a quick rinse, I poke my head back out & there is The Goose.... Slightly straddling the frog potty, and sticking out her tummy & would-be boy parts...."Goin peeeee....Mama!" she tell me ever so proudly, as it's running down her legs.

Ummm...I guess this is what happens when a plucky little girl has three big brothers! Oh lord, I was laughing so hard, my stomach was hurting... So even though I had a lovely puddle to clean up off  the bathroom floor, I'm counting this as progress!

If you have a funny potty training story, I'd love to read it! Have a great weekend friends!