Potty Training

I'm not a big fan of potty training. I mean, I'm a HUGE fan of potty-trained children but I'd really rather not be involved in the training process. This worked out nicely with N, who saw the other kids at daycare and decided that the toilet was the way to go (pun intended). Easy peasy and I had a potty-trained kiddo before she turned two. The system didn't work so well with A, who just recently started sleeping thru the night without needing a pull-up at 4 1/2. Still, it's not like she had started kindergarten yet so no parenting fail there, right?

I've been cruising along, happily ignoring the probability that Miss P was ready for potty training until, as usual, P took matters into her own hands. For the last week, whenever P sees A heading toward the bathroom, Miss P races to the bathroom, too. She waits her turn and then climbs up on the seat to sit happily for what seems like hours. She has no intention of actually using the toilet. For the moment, sitting up there makes her happy and that's all she needs.

So lately I have spent a lot of time in the bathroom with Miss P, singing songs and teaching P her colors and contemplating a complete remodel of the bathroom, because I really hate the wallpaper in that room. I'm also wondering how difficult it would be to rip out the sink cabinet and replace the whole thing.

Obviously, potty training is a very dangerous - and expensive - undertaking.