Rockin' the Potty and growing up.

We finally did it.

We finally took the leap and started potty-training Big-A. I had been meaning to for a while, but then I got hugely pregnant, then it was too close to the birth, then we had a newborn, and well, I was just running out of excuses at that point.

The truth is, I was rather scared to do it. It seemed so daunting, so huge, so insurmountable.

Turns out, it wasn't so bad. Sure, we employed a few tricks, a lot of carpet cleaner, and a whole bunch of Thomas Tank Engine stickers, but we are now onto day 6 and have had relatively few accidents.

Today, Big-A even took himself to the potty without telling me and successfully navigated his way through a pee with minimal mess. Then he told me about it after - once I tore up the hall and made a mad dash to catch him in time to "pee-pee, Mommy, pee-pee". But, like the big boy he is becoming, he had already gone.

Between the potty training and the big-boy-bed, I have caught a glimpse this week of what lies in store. Not just no more diapers, and distant memories of Big-A's crib, but also of a little baby-no-more, and a boy taking his place.

He talks a mile a minute, holds his own definite opinions, and is developing a very wicked sense of humour. We laugh a lot, and share jokes together in the kitchen.

I love catching glimpses of the person he will become develop in front of me. I got a lot of "They grow up so fast" from other parents, but no one told me babyhood was a nanosecond and toddlerhood was a flash. It sure makes all those sleepless nights easier to bear: I don't have the heart to complain - it is all too precious and fast.

I think I will go snuggle Little-A while he is still tiny, and fits on my forearm.