Potty Training Part DEUX

We’ve had a busy week. Seriously, I don’t think there’s ever a time when I don’t FEEL busy, but the last seven days have been actually filled with people and things and events and activities. Every. Single. Day.

In-Laws came to stay with us from California for about four days to see the kids and celebrate my husbands 29th birthday. We also had a blast celebrating Valentine’s Day (which is now my THIRD most favorite holiday. I love celebrating love, what can I say. I’m a sap). I was invited to attend the Toy Fair, which was huge and overwhelming and amazing! Then my mother and sister came to visit us for about 3 1/2 days and we literally walked around the entire city for about 16 hours in three days. It was wonderful.


This week was a huge week for Birdie, too. It’s like she set a deadline for herself to have a few things accomplished before she turned 17 months old.

We switched her out of the high chair and into a booster seat, and now she eats a ton (with utensils) and screams a lot less.


A few days before that she also started asking to use the potty, and to my total surprise, she actually DID. She peed and poo-pooed every single time she asked to go potty! I really wasn’t expecting this (We literally JUST trained Bubba) but I sort of knew she was ready. I didn’t know what to do though, thinking she was a little young for PT, but I decided to run with it. I fetched a pair of Bubba’s training pants and threw them on her.


Babylegs are essential for potty training, especially in the winter. (The boots are on because she loves them, even though we have a no-shoe policy. NYC=dirty)

On her 17 month birthday, we walked to Buy Buy Baby and purchased a couple of sets of her very own training pants. She is so proud of these (and it is SO cute to see her get so excited).


She has had a couple of dry mornings but I haven’t really pushed the matter yet. I’m thinking we’ll probably dedicate next weekend to really working on it if she stays consistent through the week. It’s a little bittersweet… I mean, of course I hate diapers (most of the time), but she is my baby, and this major rush she is in to grow up is really kind of getting to me! I always knew that if I had a daughter, she would be just like me in all ways. I suppose this is what I get.

I am so proud of her.

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