I was all ready with a post today about how my child is now potty-trained and I am brilliant and patient and everything is sunshine and flowers here. I was planning to brag, humbly, about DRIVING to New York and back without a single accident. I had examples of how well he was doing telling me it he needed to potty. You would have been dazzled by his ability to travel by car, train, subway and ferry only to stand in line before using the bathroom, all while remaining accident free. I was going to give you all the details of my ingenious potty-training method (a homemade sticker chart in the bathroom and the promise of a special treat).
But, alas...
the potty gods have gotten wind of my joy and crushed me. We have had three accidents in three days. GRRRR!! Now instead of sunshine and flowers we threats of diapers and of taking away the Army truck(the special treat). Just to be clearer than you need; I am not talking about the kind of accident that needs a change of clothes and a wipe of the floor, ooh no this is the kind that requires a special load of laundry, on hot, and lots of wipes. The award-winning quote from the past three days was while standing in the McDonald's bathroom on Monday, "I already pooped". AAAHH! What am I supposed to do with that in the McDonald's bathroom? All I will say is, if the toilet at the Lost Mt. McDonald's stops up, it possibly may be from the six wippies I flushed. But let's keep that between you and me, kthx.
Pray for me!
Hollis and the aforementioned "special treat".
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Listen, I'm duly impressed with the road trip success. Rest assured, I will be arguing in favor of putting my nephew in a pull up as we head to the beach this weekend.
When I was 16, I spent 3 weeks babysitting a little girl. Her grandmother was born and raised in Manhattan and married a Moultrie boy, so you can imagine the attitude she had. She called and asked if I knew what an au pair was(she meant indentured servant but it sounds better in French).
Anyway, by the end of the 3 weeks, I was losing my mind. Between the grandmother and the kid, I had had it. I decided to get out of the house with her and go visit my friend Holley who was working at the Athletic Attic. I tried to get the kid to go potty before we left and she pitched a fit. So off we went.
We get to the store, she marches right up to the shoe display and squats and tt's right there. I cleaned it up, apologized and loaded her in my car and headed for my house. Where I proceeded to let her run around with a bare bottom while I cried to my mother that I was never having kids.
Hang in there with Hollis. He is so darn cute.
Oh, Stacy. You are still my hero! Today after play class all of the kids lined up to go to the bathroom so Elle got stamps first. I just shrugged my shoulders and looked and Jen and said that we are not in that club yet. I don't even think that Elle is that old to not be potty trained but it always seems that she is the only one in diapers. Hollis will get it down.
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