It actually stressed me out. The thought of driving somewhere (running late. obviously.) and Max saying "momma potty" made me panic. I wasn't ready for potty training. There were a couple times he said "potty?" and I replied "It's ok, buddy, you're wearing your diaper". Bad mom. But truly diapers are as convenient for me as they are for him even still.
Here he is on the little potty we bought for him after I almost dropped him in the toilet one day trying to hover him over the bowl. He'd toddle straight to it every morning on his new found toddler legs.
|Max at 11 months|
(Oh Lord. That hair was so out of control before we cut it on his first bday.)
The chair has been in our new bathroom taking up space, but it wasn't until last week that he asked to use it again. We're taking baby steps. I put him on it when he wants to go, ask him throughout the day if he needs to use the potty and make a HUGE GIANT deal out of it when he does.
|Likes to play music on the phone while doing his business.|
|Gets distracted from the task at hand easily.|