2 down, 1 to go
While it easy to become jealous of this exciting life of mine, don’t be. This is what we are doing today.
And for the record, it wasn’t my idea.
The little guy wouldn’t put on his diaper when we got off the boat yesterday. Said he needed to go to the bathroom without it. And then he did. (And again, and again.) Darn it. That means it’s potty training time.
Being the good parent that I am, in past instances, I’ve told him just to ‘go in his diaper’ (namely- during the girl’s dance recital when suddenly he wanted to tend to his business into a bathroom full of tutu’s and which I quickly exnayed). My sister, Sara Britton, has been on my case to not only get him to wear panties (rather, boxers- I’m told boys don’t refer to their undergarments as panties. Whatever.) but also to loose the pacifier. One battle at a time, little sister.
I’ve been successful in thwarting off my sister’s
nagging urging by telling her I planned to do just that over the summer. Well guess what? It’s been summer for all of one day. Thanks a lot, Raynes.
This isn’t my first potty training rodeo, but clearly, I have a lot to learn with a boy if I’m telling him not to tee tee in his panties. Wish me luck!