It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
This line easily describes the past day and a half.
We are toilet training Elle. and while she seems to be learning and adjusting fairly well, I find myself somewhat frantic. The securities my life once had of no "accidents" are now gone.
Last night was Elle's first night in big girl underwear. Was it a big deal for her? no. For me? yes. I would wake up every so often convinced that she was crying for me to help her go to the bathroom. Was she? no
She woke up in the morning clean and dry. I wanted to cry. Cry because I was so proud of her. Cry because she is so awesome. and cry because my baby isn't a baby, she is a big girl now.
We are still having ups and downs in our successes with the "princess toilet", but those are mainly due to my lack of concentration. Toilet training is an adjustment for Elle, but a bigger adjustment for me.
Elle amazes me with how much she can accomplish.
It really is the best of times.
and minus how many times I have mopped our floors, I might even take back the worst part. ;)
3 comments:
You are so positive. I can honestly say that I've had the best and worst of times with potty training and there is NO taking back the "worst of times" part. I am glad that you had more success than I did! Way to go Elle
Keep it up!
she really is growing up, soon she will be driving!!!
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