I think we're going to start potty training around here.
Notice that I announce that in a very unsure way.
I think Preston might be ready.
I really don't think that I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm more than ready to be out of diapers. Mentally, physically, and financially ready to be done with diapers. I am, however, not ready to go through the joy that is potty training.
I have heard horror stories. Worse than horror stories. Stories that end with the Mom pulling all her hair out and throwing a diaper back on the offender. With promises to try again next month, six months from now, next year. They'll be out of diapers before elementary school won't they?
I am terrified. And I feel like that is an understatement.
Not to mention, we just put new carpet in, carpet that I would like to keep looking new.
But I really don't think that I can ignore the signs anymore.
Lately Preston has been really acknowledging when he goes to the bathroom. Both pee and poop.
When he pees in the bathtub he stands up and announces, "water, water". And then "more, more". And when he pees in his diaper, he runs over and announces to me, "pee-pee, pee-pee". Granted he doesn't do these things everytime, but I feel like the fact that he is doing them at all says that he's getting ready for potty training.
Poop in an even bigger deal to Preston these days. When he goes he either brings me a poop covered hand announcing, "poo-poo yuck" or he just comes to me announcing, "poo-poo yuck". I'll give you one guess on which one of those I prefer.
Today he really hit me over the head with the I'm ready to potty train announcement. He came upstairs from playing announcing "poo-poo yuck" over and over again. The problem? He was not wearing a diaper and had a small amount of poop stuck to his little behind. And he was very insistent that I come downstairs with him, grabbing my hand and leading me to the stairs. All the while repeating, "poo-poo yuck". He leads me to the play room (luckily one of the three rooms in our house that we did not re-do the flooring in). Sitting right on the floor in the playroom was Preston's poop. In a nice easy to clean up pile. The whole while Preston is pointing at it telling me about his "poo-poo yuck". After cleaning it up, I went in search of the diaper. What was the diaper's offense you wonder? Why was it so hastily ripped off so that Preston could poop on the floor? He'd peed in it.
Potty training here we come. I can't decide if we should start right away or wait until Friday and go at it hardcore. I'm leaning a little more towards buying the potty chair and setting it up so that he can get used to the idea and really going after potty training when Brad is home all day with us on Friday and this weekend.
So until then I'll just lie awake at night wondering about potty training. Is he really ready? Am I really ready? Should I buy him underwear? Is two years old to young to start potty training? Will I survive this? Will my carpet survive this? And most importantly...what should we spend our diaper money on?!