Potty Tales

Sassy may be potty-trained, but that doesn't mean that we are free from bathroom moments! It is just always something, I tell you.

Her latest thing is that she likes to take 392 minutes to sit on the potty. She thinks it's a leisurely activity. F.I.N.E. Sit there all day if you want. Oh, but here's the kicker... she flips out if I try to leave the bathroom. She wants me to "stay in heaw". So, I stand around while she sings little songs, swings her legs, makes silly faces...

Well, I figure I might as well do something if I am going to be in there, so I attempt to organize her "hair pretties". But, then, it's "don't put that there" and "don't touch that" and eventually, I give up. After a while, my legs start to get tired, so I try to sit. First, I sit on the edge of the bathtub, but Sassy tells me, "No, you gonna fall in the baftub like Daddy"! Hmm... I'll have to ask him about that one later.

Then, I ask her if I can sit on her step stool, and she says, "No, my feet is sittin' on it", as she rolls her eyes. Oh, of course. Your feet. What was I thinking? So, I resign myself to standing.

So, here I am, (insert sarcasm here)- relishing in my humdrum existence, mentally tapping my fingernails on the sink top, yet displaying a sweet smile as to say, "Way to go, Sassy"! Such is life with a two year old.