T.t & pee pee

Today is a very special day. A very special someone is celebrating something that will be remembered for a long, long time each anniversary. Her family will treat her like royalty. She will be adored by those close enough to let her know what a great achievement she has made and it will be remembered as the historical event that it deserves to be. Today, my three year old F I N A L L Y worked out toilet training.

Oh yeah, and it's also the Queen's birthday. Pffft.


Training my first daughter was done in a day at our second attempt. One single day. Wees and poos and out of night nappies in a weeek. This time it has been completely different, with the training going on and off over the last six months or so. One day, six months...Big difference and a hell of a lot more nappies (and frustration)too.

Being the second child everyone told me how much easier it would be with her. Heck, easier than one day? I thought that should mean she would turn two, rip off her nappy and climb up onto the toilet herself. Spoiler alert; that did not happen. Not even close.

However, with the constant discussing of it, keeping positive, waiting for her to show signs of readiness, reading books with her on the topic, promising anything she could think of in her wildest dreams (actually she asked if she could pat a dolphin when she was trained..damn wild dreams!), and making it a fun and pleasant experience (we'd read books to her in there whilst waiting for that magical sound of tinkling, I'd sing and just about do a Broadway performance to keep her on there as long as possible, we even bought a musical fairy potty for her to 'enjoy' whilst watching tv), nothing worked.


Until this weekend. Thank you long weekend.

We tried over the Summer, spent whole weeks at home in the holidays focussing on it but the one thing that didn't factor into our equations was her desire to be out of nappies. She didn't care. This weekend, she just decided.

I've had her in nappy pants for two and a half days to make sure it wasn't another false alarm (we had a few hit and miss attempts recently), but yesterday when we were out all day and her nappy was
still dry after 12 hours, that feeling of frustration became relief.

The tricky part about this new stage is knowing how strong her bladder and sense of control is. We were on the way back home last night and she very happily announces with a song 'M-um, Daaaaad, I have to ......pppppppeeeeeee'. How long do you want to make an 'in-training' pre-schooler wait? We can't use the at-the-next-servo-that-comes-along trick that works on the five year old. We exit and drive for what seems a further 15 minutes in the only part of Melbourne with no service stations, no shops, no Golden Arches and all those other great p-stops.

Short of knocking on someones door, we pull into the first place we see with lights on; a 24 hour drive through florist. The male attendant politely allows my pyjama clad princess to use the toilet. How could he not?

Today at breakfast, she runs back to our table at the cafe and announces 'I did a pee in the toi-let!' and the girls on the next table smile with admiration and then I see one reach for her phone almost instantaneously to post on Facebook '...what this little girl at the next table just sang out..Lol'.

SO now this very cute blog about my gorgeous daughter is about to end in too much information and a little bit grossly (unless you're a parent). She has been delighted to look back into the toilet to see what she has achieved but today when her poo dissappeared, the look on her face was priceless. I tried hard not to laugh but I assured her she did do a poo, it just washed away before she could see it.

And that for me is priceless. Thank you Zahra. I am a very happy mummy. x