The Pie Baker

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The Little Things

It is often said that it’s the little things in life that bring the greatest joy. I agree in most cases and would rather have little things: diamonds, sapphires, tequila shots, thighs….follow me? But one of the most spectacular little things I have ever witnessed in my life came by way of, naturally, my daughter.

The Pie’s potty training has had its ups and downs, but for the most part, she does very well – especially when she is naked from the waist down. Without the pesky encumbrance of her pull-ups or big girl panties, she willingly sashays into the bathroom, takes a seat on her Elmo potty chair and does her business. Every visit to the potty elicits great celebrating from me, including the obligatory high five and the somewhat embarrassing “Pee-Pee in the Potty” dance. I suppose we had fallen into what seemed a mundane routine, so the Pie mixed it up a bit.

Last weekend, as we sat together on the floor of her bedroom, playing with stuffed animals and planning world peace, she suddenly stood and gave me a puzzled look. She held up her chubby little index finger and said, “Be back, Mommy.” She was gone for several minutes longer than usual for a pee-pee visit, so I decided to investigate. I found her perched atop the Elmo potty chair and the following conversation ensued:

Me: “Are you going pee-pee in the potty?”

Pie: “No…poop.”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Pie: “Uh huh…poop in potty.”

Me: “Can Mommy see?”

She stood and turned…and there, in the green bowl of the Elmo potty chair lay the most beautiful pile of little turds I had ever seen in my life! I was overcome with pride and elation that I think I actually scared the Pie a little. I applauded, yelled, laughed and even cried at the milestone I had just witnessed while she furrowed her brow and cocked her head. I ran to the phone and called everybody closest to us and then grabbed the cell phone to text everyone else. I even changed my Facebook status to reflect the wonder that just occurred.

So why the big fuss over a few pieces of dookie? In the simplest terms, it was a relief. I have heard and read horror stories about potty training, especially when it comes to the #2 phase. Close friends shared with me tales of their progeny refusing to poop in the potty until they were 11 or something….OK, I exaggerate, but they were very close to school age before they could do both functions and completely eschew diapers and/or pull-ups. I feared the struggle that might ensue with my extremely stubborn daughter and worried that she might grow up with issues that only intense therapy could begin to resolve.

But not my kid – nope. She has fully embraced going in the potty – when it’s on her terms, of course – and I can’t wait for the move up to the big potty! What next?


August 28, 2009 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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