Annada Marie Vergo

I got serious about trying to potty train Annada on our way home from Omaha. About half a dozen times over the previous 3 months Annada had asked to go potty then done it. That was encouraging. Then, when we landed after 6 hours in a plane from Omaha, Annada looked at me and said potty. I rushed her off to the bathroom where I took off a dry diaper and she let out a serious amount of pee.

This is going to be cake, I thought.

I started talking to other moms about potty training. They made me wonder if I’m crazy. Is potty training awful for everyone? But my mom, who apparently had no plan but a whole lot of amazing toddler intuition, encouraged me on. Apparently I never missed until my brother was born?!

I bought panties, blueberries and jelly beans. I filled the bathroom with books. I had three planned days – then scrapped the plan when I felt overwhelmed. I’m still not entirely sure this is going to work.

But yesterday, Annada’s official 18-month birthday, I began. Going where I have never gone as a mom before. This is my Mommy Log.

(Don’t worry – there are Dora panties down there.)

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