Time to Potty?

I am quickly learning as a parent that one of the hardest things is the little momentous occasions that signify that your little baby is growing up. The walking and talking are things that you look forward to but the other things, like when they start saying "I do it" or "MINE" are the moments when as a parent you stop and realize that yes, they do grow up, and yes, it is faster than you thought it would happen.

Today was one of those moments. I was in the midst of crafting a request for proposal from our creative agency when my cell phone rang. Being in the groove I ignored it but as I wrapped up the proposal and sent it out I grabbed my phone and listened to the voicemail. It was Liz calling to tell me that H had just gone potty in the "big potty".

We just bought one of those seats that sits on a normal toilet seat this past weekend because H had started wanting to sit on the potty and "pretend". We have decided that we aren't going to push him, well, because when Sophia comes we expect that he might not be so willing to grow up.

So listening to that voicemail put a little shock to my system as I realized that this thing, this parenting thing, goes fast. Yes, he is still a little guy and of course it's not like he is asking me for the car keys, but it's just another one of those steps.

Maybe it wouldn't have hit me as hard if when we were getting him ready for bed tonight and he again wanted to go to the potty, as he sat there insisting "I pooping", he wouldn't have looked me square in the eye and said "I need book"