Of Panettone and Finland!

After months of wondering what would be the best moment to start, and after what seemed endless postponing of an important event, 10 days ago my parents decided it was finally time for me to start the potty-training. I've actually had a potty since last autumn, and sometimes I've asked my parents to take of my pants and diaper to try it, but always without being able to produce anything there. Mum had prepared for the event by buying a lot of cheap trousers which she then had to shorten and straighten so they would fit me, and a lot of underewear too and she would talk to me more than usual about diapers and poops and pees and how I was becoming big and stuff.
Then, one rainy sunday, my parents decided it was time. So in the morning I got the no-diaper-but-use-the-potty speach, then I was introduced to grown-up underwear (which I call nei-buxur) and I felt really important. Only half an hour later came the first surprise. I was playing with my cars when all of a sudden I felt something warm and wet crawling down my legs and before I knew it I was standing in a pool of water. Now where did that come from? I screamed out: Mamma, rennandi blautur! (Mum completely wet), and mum came running and explained to me that I had peed in my trousers, and that next time I should try and pee in the potty. The next few hours was a constant guessing game for mum, where she tried to decifre my body language to understand when I had to go, and I spent looong time sitting on my potty, reading a book or playing with my cars. To make a long story short the result of that first day was 7-0, pants to potty and if mum hadn't ran after me with a cloth, our flat would soon have looked like Finland with infinite number of little lakes. Next day after breakfast I asked to go to the potty and mum used the opportunity to change Irene and get her dressed. Before mum could come and check on me I was off the potty and wagged around with my trousers on my ankles, so mum just got me dressed and we went to the kindergarten. It was only after mum came back home that she noticed that I had produced my first little lake in my potty -she really wanted to run back to the kindergarten to give me a big hug and a lot of compliments. It was as if my mind had processed the previous day and now I was ready for the change. The next few days I would almost always tell if I was about to pee, sometimes mum wouldn't be quick enough to bring me to the potty and I would wet my pants, sometimes I was not able to relax myself enough on the potty to pee and would pee in my pants just after we'd spent 10 mintues on the potty, but a lot of the time I would be able to pee in the potty, so the daily washing of my waist-down clothes diminished alot after the first days. To help me cope with the potty-training mum went to Bergamo to buy me some potty-poop-pee books which I loved instantly and wanted to read every time I went to the potty (and actually also before going to bed) and soon we were off to the next breakthrough. On the 6th day of the trial I told mum I had to poop, then I trotted off to the potty and started reading my poop-books. Half way through the second book mum started to smell something so she pulled me off the potty, and there it was, resting on the bottom of my potty was a beautiful little brown pile. I had never seen my poop before so I had no idea what I had just made. Panettone! I exclaimed, but mum told me this was my poop, and then she called dad so that he could admire my milestone production with us. If Irene could have held the camera she would have immortalized this important moment of the three of us standing over the potty, proud and happy!
The training is still ongoing, it will take time before I manage to control my peeing and pooping properly -all the time! But it's been going better than my parents dared hoping and I love the diaper-free life. I've even started protesting when my parents put on my diaper for the night, and say Nei ekki bleyju, bara Irene bleyju, Oscar nei-buxur (no not diaper, only Irene uses diaper, Oscar uses pants)