Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Bathroom Aptitude

I got Sara up this morning and put her on the changing table to get her dressed. I took off her diaper and noticed that it was pretty much dry. My first thought was "Oh, great. I'm going to change her diaper and she'll immediately pee in it just so I'll have to change it immediately." Suddenly, however, I had a flash of inspiration.

"Sara, do you need to go pee-pee?"


"Do you want to go pee-pee in the potty?"


So I picked her up and carried her, naked from the waist down, into the bathroom, hoping all the while that she wouldn't pee until we got there. We made it, I plopped her down on the toilet, and, sure enough, she went pee-pee. She thought it was hilarious. Every time a little came out, she'd cackle with glee as if she'd just done the funniest trick in the world.

Tonight, after dinner, I was about to get her ready for bed when Rachel suggested we give her a chance to use the toilet again. So Sara took her diaper off and ran into the bathroom. I lifted her onto the toilet and she started pushing. Next thing I knew, a good-sized -- for her -- piece of poo came out. Then she went pee as well. Needless to say, we were pretty excited.

Plus, Sara got her potty-doll, a doll that comes with its own potty -- her reward for using the toilet.

Journal Description

My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.