“Potty training” is a bore. My daughter zipped through the process at 1 year and 9 months. She was out of diapers - day and night. But that meant: time in the bathroom. Lots of time sitting there, waiting for things to progress. Unless it is my quality alone time, I don’t like going into bathrooms. Public bathrooms are the pits, no matter how clean. The chid will usually crawl on the floor or touch the toilet seat or miss the bowl or my skirt will drop in the water as I try to manage all this. 



Addison started “potty training” (it’s such an awful term isn’t it?) a long time ago. But as with most things pertaining to Down Syndrome, it’s going to take a long time to get it all to come together. I taught him sign language awhile ago, and he signaled to me that he need to go. 

Hey! We’re on to something! I thought. I walked him over to the bathroom. Popped him on the seat; placed myself on the floor; began the wait.



Immediately he pointed to the cabinet. He wanted the brush stored underneath the sink. I handed it to him, and he started brushing my hair. Gently he smoothed it from one side to another. Then, he’d lean back and study his work. When he couldn’t see my face, he’d immediately start parting it to one side. Ten minutes went by. I noticed there was no action on the “business end.” He kept combing me, once he even tousled my hair. When he thought the job pretty complete, he bent over and gently kissed me on the head. 



Ya, he said, as if to admire his work. I got tingles all over. This kid’s got the touch.

I pulled him off the throne and set him on the floor. I went to get his shorts. When I returned, he had peed all over the floor.