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.

4 comments:

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! :)