Training Pants?

I wouldn't want to humiliate my daughter by talking about her pee pee and poo poo. However, I need some help.

Georgia has been showing interest in the toilet lately. After she dumbs (like a truck) she runs to the toilet and lifts up the lid. Sometimes she'll say, "Up." In my opinion (or maybe I'm just naive) she seems young to be ready for potty training. After all, she is only 18m.

I did some research and have read several articles declaring that nearly 50% of American girls (not to be confused with the dolls) are potty trained by two. What?!

I need some help. Any moms out there have any knowledge to share. Or personal testimonies? Come on girls, testify!

Also what do you put on your kid when you train them? What if your little one's butt is really small (don't know where she got that trait). Georgia just hit the 20 lbs mark at 18m. The smallest panties that I've found are for 2-3 years at 33 lbs! Maybe she'll wear a belt and we can "just sinch it!"

So please share! Lets discuss this crap!

"Amy, wake up, there is poop in our bed!!"

The past few days have been tough. Georgia and I have been sick. I thought at first it was just a head cold, but I'm starting to wonder if it is the head flu. Needless to say, our rest has been hindered by coughs, running noses, aches, etc.

We went to bed last night and Jesse quickly feel asleep. I coughed. I coughed and coughed and coughed! Finally after Jesse had been snoozing for a little more than an hour he decided to move to the couch. That's when Georgia woke up. Usually we discuss which parent has the duty of getting up. It was a no brainer. I was sick, therefore Jesse would have to take care of little G.

I couldn't sleep so I got up and took another dose of drugs (it was time for round 92,353 of nasty syrup). At last, sweet sweet sleep. I had a drool soaked face and was breathing in and out in heavy sleep when I heard Jesse doing a whisper scream, "Amy, wake up! There is poop in our bed." I continued to lay there. "Who cares," I thought to myself. Angry that he woke me from my sleep. Finally after he got angrier and angrier I said, "Fine, tomorrow Violet can go away."

Jesse sprung out of bed in full disgust and flipped the light switch on. I pulled back the covers only to find, Georgia's caterpillar hair comb. I sighed and went right back to sleep.

Strange enough, I think Jesse was let down that there wasn't a lincoln log in our bed. If Violet had pooped, he would have finally convinced me that it was time to rid ourselves of the beast.