She did it!

It's like Christmas, Disneyland, and winning the Academy Awards all rolled into one:

Peanut made pee pee on the potty!

Fair warning - if you are grossed out by the mere mention of defecation or urination, you may want to check out another blog...and come back next time for more hilarious adventures in gay parenthood.  If you couldn't give a shit (literally) please read on!

So yes, tonight our daughter used the toilet for the first time.  She'd been testing it out, warming the seat with her tushie, but tonight she finally took it for a test drive.

I never thought I would be so excited to see a teaspoonful of urine pooling at the bottom of my daughter's faux toilet (or what my husband affectionately calls "the poop box").  But there it was...and in that moment you would think that Peanut had just discovered the cure for the common cold!

It started out as a normal (and blessedly tantrum-free) evening - running around, dancing, having a grand time - when Peanut announced that she had to poop.  Since she brought it up, I suggested we go have a seat on the potty.  I fully expected that it would be another false alarm - which is fine.  Peanut is about to turn two years old, so while we would be pleased if she was toilet trained, we aren't stressed about it or pressuring her in any way.

Meanwhile, Peanut has started to take an interest of late in her purple and white plastic poop box, and has even begun to ask to sit on it.  Peter has done the potty dance twice before without any luck.  In fact, the first time she sat on the potty, Peter decided to stand just outside the bathroom door to give Peanut "her privacy".    Unfortunately, privacy is overrated - and resulted in Peanut pooping in the middle of the white bathmat.  Lesson learned.

So tonight, we headed upstairs and Peanut settled down to do her business while I grabbed a book figuring we might be in for the long haul.  Not ten seconds later, the toilet began to sing...something about flushing or toilet paper or something.  At first I figured Peanut must have discovered a button or switch...but then I remembered that the thing is pee-activated and realized that the poop box was singing for Peanut! Lo and behold, the toilet had indeed received a light sprinkling - more of a drizzle than a rain - but who am I to quibble over my daughter's first potty party.

And before I know it, I am showering her with accolades and kisses, congratulating my big girl on using the potty.  "I made pee pee on potty," Peanut repeated, and we both smiled and laughed, celebrating her achievement.  We called Peter at work to share the good news (and my mom - and even told the next door neighbor when she stopped by...overkill?), and I allowed her to watch an Elmo You Tube clip while chowing down on her favorite treat, M&Ms (initiating a lifelong cycle of celebrating rites of passage with food..I am Jewish, after all).

There really is only one downside.  Being a faux toilet, her potty isn't connected to our septic system, so whatever she leaves behind in the poop box has to be cleaned up by hand...literally (making this thing marginally more repulsive than changing diapers).  So the fact that tonight was only pee really makes it a win for both of us!