So I actually know a lady whose little girl is the same age as Chance (19 ½ months) who is already potty trained!  (I mean, the little girl, not the lady… oh, good grief I just got a mental image of the lady in diapers.  Hee hee!  (Yes, tonight I am 13.))

Potty trained.  I know that most of the experts say not to even try until your kid is two-years-old, but… potty trained.  Like magic, those words.  Can you tell?  It’s starting to sound pretty good.

Figure… I (like all parents everywhere) have changed diapers non-stop for 19 ½ months. I’m not whining.  Really.  The standard average is diapers for 2 – 3 years and I’m fine with that; it’s not that big a deal.  But we’re also planning on trying for a second kiddo sometime here in the next year (I have no details yet and I’d promise to let you all be the first to know… except Keen and various family members would kill me). 

When I think about two kids a’poopin’ in diapers all that comes to mind are hip boots.  (Yes, I know I’m being a big chicken.  I can’t even imagine the moms who have/had one kid a year.)

Plus… and this has figured strongly in my recent yearning for a world without diapers… Chance has just started “the squat”.  You know what I’m talking about.  The drop everything, crouch on the floor, grunt a few times (sounds so pretty, doesn’t it?), and voila… The Squat.

Honestly, I think I’d rather be surprised into a diaper changing than see it coming.  But that’s just me. 

So, however much I find the squat not-so-attractive (though occasionally entertaining) I’m taking this as a sign.  He obviously knows something’s going on.  Right?  Time to start talking about the crapper, time to buy a few potty books, time to plan a candy bribe reward strategy for successful poopy encounters (forgive me for not being up on the latest potty training lingo – it is yet another topic of the parenting books I’ve ignored until necessary).  My pediatrician suggested that we introduce Chance to the toilet; i.e. let him see what goes in there, show him how to flush, let him wave “bye-bye” to all objects on their spirally journey.

And there, already, we run into the first obstacle… 

Our stupid toilet is black. You can’t see shit going down that thing.

So seasoned parents, any tips, advice, stories to share?  Feel free to throw them my way. 

I’ll be busy figuring out how to make poop glow in the dark.          

                – the weirdgirl