Monday, July 21, 2008

Potty training: the Good, the Great, and the Dairy Aisle

So, with Charla's birthday on the horizon (September 23rd) we're encouraging her potty training a little more diligently. She's a very strong-willed little girl.. correction... princess. We had a small victory yesterday when she asked to wear panties to church. She's never gone a whole successful morning, so this was a leap of faith. Proof that miracles still happen, she used the potty twice at church and was accident free!

Then it carried on over to today. I took her to the gym in princess panties and she used their huge toilet there and we left dry- YAY!

I should've known it was too good to be true. From the gym we headed to Super Walmart (I finally found one). I always sit Leora in the front of the basket, Charla in the main part of the cart and Gregory walks. I was chatting on the phone with a friend, meandering down the dairy aisle when Gregory exclaims, " UH-OH! Look what Charla did! She made a mess!" (luckily, apparently not many people shop there at 11:00am on Mondays, so there was no one nearby)

I turn around and see a trail about 4 yards long ending in a puddle under our cart. Yup, it was Charla. I cut my conversation short, laughing, mind racing. I move the cart over to the orange juice and yogurt, and quickly look for paper towels but found something better: A Walmart sales associate. I worked 3 years at a Super Walmart and I knew how they handle all spills- with an equal degree of caution. So, with a tiny twinge of guilt I politely informed the guy that there's a spill by dairy he should be aware of... and we book it to the baby department.


The Olsen Family said...

funny. too cute

Shawna said...

Haha, so what friend were you talking to? ;) I'm glad that you laughed- I think I would have cried.

The Baker Family said...

That's a cute story. I'm sure she'll like to hear it when she's older. What a great laugh.

Robin and Larry said...

I remember when Becky was not even a year old... and I was 20 or 21.. and I had her in swim lessons for babies at the YMCA.. and she "pooped" in the pool.. I was mortified... I just grabbed her and rushed into the changing room and got out of there quick! lol! :)