Laura's Big Day!

So, on this random Tuesday, Laura decides she wants nothing to do with diapers and is ready to go potty for real. As previously explained in the Picture of the Day post I was ecstatic. I have been waiting for her to be ready for quite some time now and have been reassured by my pediatrician that she will just decide when she is ready and it will be a no brainer. Obviously he has not spent enough time around my darling daughter to believe that anything could be that simple.

So picture one is quite exciting - she is picking her underwear for the day (little did I know she would go through all of them by the end of the afternoon). I was so excited. She went potty with no problems or incidents. She even told me a little while after her first experience when she had to go again. Caught up in all the excitement I didn't even think of paying attention to the fact that it was a pretty short time after the first one. Yes, this is known as foreshadowing.

Picture two is quite emotional for me. She decides she wants to put her own shoes on and that she does not require any help from me whatsoever. Please note they are on the wrong feet but she didn't care. The proudness (is that a word?!) that exuded from this child was something to be captured, only she wouldn't stand still long enough for me to photograph her proud face so all I got was the crappy out of focus, overexposed shot of the shoes before she was running out the door to walk Nathan to school. We actually got to and from school without accidents. She came home and went about her day of playing.

Picture three is utter disappointment. Six pairs of underwear, five pants and two pull ups later the day has completely fallen apart. My daughter is a piddler. She piddles. She goes to the bathroom only to let out enough to exclaim joy and she is done - twenty minutes later she is piddling again. This is one of the reasons I have not attempted the potty training thing with her in the first place because her diaper is always full. I swear she goes through so many a day because I could change her every 30 minutes. You would have thought armed with this knowledge I would lead her to the bathroom more frequently - but no - I would clean up one accident only to be dumbfounded that 10 minutes have passed and I am cleaning up another accident, only to be dumbfounded another 10 minutes later that she had another accident. Needless to say I was fooled into continually putting her in panties thinking she just went she should be good for a little while. But no, by 4pm I was completely exhausted and completely crest fallen that this would not be the day. Oh well, I wasn't ready for her to grow up just yet anyway, right?