My daughter has used her little Bjorn potty chair (successfully) exactly twice.
It is two times more than my son did before he was 3 years old; I’m not complaining.
Usually she won’t ask to use it until after the diaper has been thoroughly dirtied.
The tiny potty chair sits, waiting for its turn in our downstairs bathroom.
Between the two weeks of actual use, dust and other debris settles into the bowl, marring the perfectly whiteness.
One afternoon, after insisting The Tackler go to the bathroom, I heard the dreaded sound: water pouring onto a surface it should not.
I rushed to the bathroom, and found a large puddle of water on the floor, the removable potty insert in his hands.
“What are you doing?” I asked, afraid he once again tried to use the little potty and dumped urine all over the floor, while simultaneously wishing my camera still worked to properly capture this moment for my mommy philosophy of Don’t Get Mad, Take a Photo and Blog About It.
He turned to me, bestowing an Isn’t It Obvious Mommy? look on me.
“I had to wash the potty because it had poop crumbs in it.”
I laughed, the frustration evaporating.
I laughed harder.
I grabbed my phone, recording his words before they vanished like my budding anger.
I love having a four year old.
The Tackler loves to eat, particularly foods falling into the “junk” category. Any foods chocolate, sugary, or salty are his favorites.
Shocker, I know.
Lately, whenever he partakes of one of these mouth watering treats, his face lights up, his happy glow beaming light into every corner of the house. A giant grin displays his perfect baby teeth as he smacks his lips and says,
It never fails to send a smile to my face.
A nefarious plot on his part, no doubt, to ensure a plethora of unhealthy packaged snacks in his future.
What has your child said/done/performed lately to entertain you?