Okay, Josh is cutting me off. I’ve just watched this routine eight MORE times. Play, rewind, play, rewind, play, rewind, play, re—, etc., etc..

But, he’s cut me off, and now I have to finally get mine arse in gear and write this post. So much too say. HUGE NEWS. YEEEEEEUUUUUGE!

Are you ready for it?

What?

ARE YOUUUUU READYYYY?

Monkey.

She’s….

She’s….

She’s….

(Practically….)

Oh, wait one sec. I have to watch the routine ONE. MORE. TIME.

Okay, news….

The monkey…..

Wait…. REWIND! No. Okay. She’s….

TOILET TRAINED!

Well, PRACTICALLY toilet trained. She’s no longer in diapers any more, and she’s EAGER to be trained.

I don’t know what happened. It’s all my doing. I mean, Josh has been trying and trying to train her, and I’ve been, like, “whatever, Josh, she’s not ready yet. Give it more time.” But, then, yesterday, I decided calmly to INFORM her that she would no longer be wearing diapers. And, she responded really well. It’s like something clicked for both of us. She surrendered; power struggle aborted.

While she peed in her shorts a few times, she LOVED it when Josh and I danced and screamed and whipped out the CHOCOLATE!

“You’re happy, Daddy! You’re happy!” she’d say. “You’re happy, Mama!”

And, then, today, she went through the morning DRY, and she peed on the toilet SEVERAL times. SO, I took the plunge (I know, pun) and took her to Starbucks.

I think I drove the unsuspecting people at (the very small) Starbucks NUTS because this was me every 5 seconds (seriously): “Do you have to pee, Monkey? Monkey, do you have to pee? Want to go to the toilet? NOW, do you want to go to the toilet? Do you feel a pee coming? Any pee? How’s your underwear? Poop? Any poop?” And, finally, “Okay, monkey, let’s go to the washroom.”

At first she was afraid VERY AFRAID of the public toilet. SCREEEEEEEECH! But, can you blame her? I mean, like, eww? But, then, I took out my handy-dandy portable foldable Cushy Traveler toilet-seat cover, and she was HAPPY to sit herself down and PEE.

I was so proud of her that I HAD to do something nice for her. So, we went to the BEAD STORE* next door. To make a long wonderful story short, Monkey picked out her favourite beads….

And, Arlene (the owner of the store) made her a beautiful bracelet….

It was a GREAT experience for us. SOOO mother-daughter.  And, so creative and spontaneous and FUN. The monkey LOVED it and is SO proud of her (seriously beautiful) bracelet….

When we got home, Monkey had a few very minor accidents, but only because she’s not used to having to hold in her pee. She’s doing PERFECTLY. I couldn’t be prouder.

Needless to say, the monkey’s getting ALL the attention…. So, I had to get her baby brother a little gifty, too…. Check the RASCAL’S NEW T-SHIRT!!!:

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! LOVE!

Have a great weekend everyone! Off to go talk about my 2.8-pound weight loss this week! Wooo!

*The bead store we went to is called Bead Girl, and it’s located on Yonge Street, just north of Eglinton (beside STAAAARRRRBUCKS). It’s brand new, and the owner, Arlene, is LOVELY. Check it: http://www.beadgirl.ca!

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