Nunny Poop Pride

When one considers being a parent and tries to imagine what it will be like, there are all sorts of images that come to mind.  One variety is the Moments of Pride.

I imagined I would be proud of first smiles, first steps, first day at school.  Looking farther ahead, I would be proud at graduations, promotions, relationships and my child having their own children.

Milestones.  Little and big ones.  Famous ones and perhaps even seeing some of the less famous ones in my crystal ball.

Recently I've been very proud of Sweet Pea's self-taught potty-training.  We weren't planning on it happening.  Didn't push the issue at all.  Barely brought it up.  Figured it was still years away as she showed no signs of "readiness" while all her friends were going so well on their own potties.  But then she got it.  Just did.  No help from us, at all.  Hell, I think we discouraged it.  Diapers have just become easy.

But she's potty trained now and we're proud.  Rather expected.

But what I didn't expect is that a week or so into being potty-trained that she would get a GI bug.  After two days of fever and vomiting, the bug finally hit the other end.  Quickly and fiercely.  M and I had discussed this ahead of time.  If it hits her backside, we're going back to diapers for the duration.  It was a pact.  We felt good about it.  We were ready.

But today when it hit, she went right to her potty and just let those "Nunny Poops!" go.  (Side note: kid with nasty diarrhea gets damn adorable when they giggle at the sound of the situation and squeal out "Nunnnny Pooooops!" from their potty.  Who knew?)  I offered the diaper M and I had pre-planned.  She replied with a very definite "No!"  Instead, she ran back to her potty, and had some more hilarious Nunny Poops.

And she kept doing so.  For the better part of the morning.  She never went anywhere other than her potty.  Never had a diaper on.  Managed the whole thing quite well, really.

And I was proud.  Proud of my daughter for handling her Nunny Poops so well even though she's only been self-potty-trained for a week or maybe two.  My girl's got some skillz, I tellz ya.  And I'm proud of her...and her Nunny Poops.