Zero to Six Pees

We're up to our eyeballs in diapers over here. Teagan "helped" me by sorting he newborn diapers by Sesame Street characters. Size is irrelevant - it's very important that Mason wears Elmo on the right day.

 

They are the perfect size for her babies (not so much for Mason anymore) and GG made up a wee diaper bag for her to carry around. It's more than a little bit adorable. If only she'd change actual dirty diapers.

At the moment, there are three of us in diapers. Never thought I'd live to see the day. I pulled one of Teagan's out one day and it was comically large in comparison to Mason's teeny tiny newborn ones. And then to add insult to injury, I grabbed one of my hospital issue beauties and nearly cried. 

 

There's so much truth to the fact that a toddler needs to choose when to potty train. Proven by the fact that Teagan finally showed an interest in the whole affair exactly four days after her brother was born. I'd been trying to get her to sit on the potty for weeks and finally gave up, planning to pick it up when she was ready. We took both kids to see the doctor and she asked about potty training, to which I responded that Teagan had absolutely no interest. Then, to make me a liar, she sat on the potty as soon as we got home - thanks to GG. GG was able to convince her to sit on the potty until something actually happened.

The look on her face when she heard the pee hit the bottom of the potty was absolutely priceless. That success lit a fire in her and she was hooked.

She peed in the potty six times that first day. SIX times.

I was so excited she was actually doing it that I promised her a piece of Halloween candy each time she peed on the potty. After a few days of her peeing every few minutes and consequently rotting her teeth, I had no choice but to scale it back to a single Skittle and a fun size chocolate bar for pooping.

A few days in, she actually threw a diaper on the ground and stomped on it, yelling, "Diapers are for babies! I a big girl."

We had a few pairs of big girl everywhere, but they were 2T and 3T, so Sneaky Cheek was at an all-time high, and as they were hand-me-downs, they weren't really characters she was all that interested in. GG suggested we have her pick out some big girl underwear, which she likes to call "everywhere" so we headed to Target, my happy place. We talked to her about all the possibilities and she decided she wanted Minnie Mouse everywhere. And even in the face of Doc McStuffins, the Disney Princesses, Dora AND Bubble Guppies, she came home with Minnie Mouse. A girl of her word indeed.

So far she has been fantastic. And while I'm not able to lift her, in light of my incredibly recent surgery, things are going well. She has a stool in each bathroom and I've only had to lift her onto the potty (sometimes from the bathtub) a few excruciatingly painful times so far. I'm cautiously optimistic. But life just got a whole lot more complicated. And messy.