SweetPea is finally going Commando! No, not like Brooke Shields in those Calvin Klein ads (remember, nothing comes between me and my Calvins?) Rather, he is finally going without diapers! Woo-Hooooo. For most of you non-parents out there, I can totally see your eyes rolling, omg, another dumb post by Tehranchi about her son. 100% right. This is one of those mundane things to most of the population, but I know that for some of you parents out there who have struggled or are struggling right now with potty training your toddler(s), you could relate to this.
Oh my god, I have to tell you this even if it is so gross. Nothing I have ever achieved in my life, whether at school, or my profession, or my personal life has filled me with the amount of pride I felt that very first time when I heard the PLOP of a little brown turd hitting the water at the bottom of the toilet bowl and SweetPea’s eyes bulging out and mouth forming a big O of half surprise/half horror like Mr. Furley used to do on Three’s Company when he overheard some qui pro quo from Jack and Janet. The love and elation I felt on my wedding day? Nothing cmpared to PLOP. That time I argued in front of the Federal Court of Appeals? PLOP wins out easily. My graduation day? I will take one PLOP and a TINKLE TINKLE any day.
And this is not even my achievement. I am just living vicariously through what is really SweetPea’s own successful transition into yet another phase of his development. Maaaan, though I am so happy to see him take these tiny steps towards independence and self-sufficiency, I am also so nostalgic that he is already not needing me that much anymore, like when he was a baby. That’s why I am kind of looking forward to the LadyBug, our new addition to the family, joining us in April. I am going to savor those helpless, toothless, diaper-full days to the max!
