Our second day of “extreme potty training” is over and so far, we’ve all survived, though I am exhausted.
My favorite thoughts from today:
I have no idea what I’m doing.
Could I hire someone to do this for me?
How long can a two-year-old hold it???
Do I really need to teach him this?
People I contacted for support, help and/or reassurance:
Shanda (a friend who recently potty-trained her youngest daughter)
My voice was getting so sore from reading the sweet Bubbers King book after book while he sat on the potty that I finally broke out my second line of defense: The portable DVD player.
The time moved a little more smoothly for both of us as he watched his first movie in a series of chunks (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron) and we talked about the plot and what was happening.
His favorite parts were when Spirit got a hair cut and the soldiers tried to break him. I tried not to cry when Spirit’s mother helplessly watched the soldiers drag her son away.
By the end of our grueling day, my dear boy had four new books (and a tummy full of jelly bellies) that he’d definitely earned.
And by the end of all this, I’m thinking I’ll earn a day at the spa. Or a new camera. Or both.
Well, off to bed to rest up for another round!