Potty Training: Day Two

A quick recap of Day One:

Day One did not go well.

I am sure you are all dying to know how Day Two went.

It started off horribly, which was to be expected.

He woke up with a saturated pull-up.

Then we had to go to the dentist, which was a joy in and of itself.

Yes.

I would consider hauling 4 children to an 8:00am dentist appointment in the midst of potty training to be high on my list of enjoyable activities.

But, I digress.

We returned home and fell right back into our routine of soiling underpants, for that is what my Handsome Dude does best.

I started setting a timer for every ten minutes to remind myself to take him to the bathroom.

Then I started to wonder if I was potty training Handsome Dude, or if I was, in fact, potty training myself.

Hmmm . . .

A quandary.

For day two, Handsome Dude started feel the need for privacy.

Little Dude and I were no longer allowed in the bathroom area.

Handsome Dude is a stubborn dude.

So I camped outside the bathroom door and listened with all my might, hoping to hear any evidence of a trickle.

Yes.

This is what has become of my life.

Jealous?

Handsome Dude requests some books.

I give him some books.

They are, of course, unsatisfactory to his tastes.

But since he does not yet clearly speak English, I cannot understand which books he would prefer, which infuriates him all the more.

I tell him that I no longer care and I go sit outside the door and contemplate throwing in the towel.

Other things I contemplate:

1)  Why God gave me four kids because I clearly cannot handle it.

2)  My neck.  Why does it hurt so?  I don't want to call the chiropractor.

3)  Carbs.  I think I eat too many.  I should cut back.

4)  Where are Handsome Dude's glasses?  He has an eye appointment tomorrow.  The eye doctor will not be impressed when he goes to check Handsome Dude's prescription and I tell him they have been AWOL for 1-2 weeks.

5)  I wonder how long I will have to plug my car in?

6)  I don't think I can give up carbs.  I am fairly certain that carbs are in every item I choose to eat.  I think I love carbs.

7)  Why is Little Dude so darn cute?

And where is his other shoe?

8)  Nope.  I love carbs too much.

Suddenly, Handsome Dude gets up from the toilet and informs me that he pooped.

Right.

But then, I see it!

Poop!

On the floor!

My life could not have gotten any more exciting than it did at that very moment.

But wait!

Poop!

In the toilet, too!

He must have gotten off mid-poo and sprinkled a little on his way to inform me of his accomplishment!

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to inform you that my Handsome Dude made 4 successful bathroom trips on this second day of potty training, the twelfth day of the month of January in the Two Thousandth and Tenth Year of our Lord.

 

True.

He still had about 18 failed trips.

But, still!

Potty Training Day Two:  Encouraging Fail

And I would like everyone to know that I, yes yours truly, won the bet with the Lumberjack.

We never set up our prize parameters.

What should I claim?

Hmmm . . . .