K, so let’s be honest. I haven’t been working on home projects lately. I have some. And some of them are almost blog ready, but my heart isn’t quite in it yet. It will be…probably this weekend I’m betting. Until then I’ll be straight up with you and tell you all about the “project” that has consumed a good part of my week.
dun dun dunnnn
Can you hear the scary music?
J turned 3 two weeks ago and has been showing the signs of “potty readiness” (you know…the signs other than the #1 and #2 obvious ones), so I thought this would be a good week to bite the bullet and do it. Plus I want to drop him off at the Ikea playscape so I can wander alone. Everyone’s a winner here.
We do the “nothin’ on but a t-shirt” method where if you wanna come by and visit, just be warned that he is only wearing a shirt and a smile. All week. In my opinion, this is the easiest method of potty training (for me…cuz I haven’t tried any other really), and I highly recommend it. Of course he wears undies and shorts when we go in public, so don’t be too weirded out.
I’ve been giving him peanut butter M&M’s every time he goes in the potty. Well, he gets one, I get one. It’s only fair – we really both deserve it. I made the mistake of not having any mom beer (diet Dr. Pepper for those of you who just thought I was a full fledged lush) in the house the day I began the potty training. Rookie mistake, Beth. Luckily my friend felt my ESP diet DP bat signal and called while in the McDoglips car line. “Wanna soda?” Ummm so much!
My little muffin is doing really well (only a few accidents), and I’m happy to report we were able to go to Chick-fil-A for lunch without incident. Which really could be a nightmare if you think about it. Ugh. Anyone else want to crawl around in those tunnels knowing you have a “treasure” waiting for you to clean up? Yeah, me either.
Also, if you’re wondering, NO. No I will not be taking a picture of cute J standing next to the potty the first time he poops in it a la Kate Gosselin. Nope. Not gonna happen. Cuz I’m pretty sure those are pictures no one will want to see later. Ever. For any reason.
And I’ve been thinking…you know how some women get a “push” present – like a ring or a sparkly bracelet or (like me) an actual baby – after pushing while in labor? Well, I hear-by decree I should get a present for every time I successfully potty train a human. And no, not having to change poopies or buy diapers anymore DOES NOT count (although it could fund the present…you’re right). He gets new Spiderman underpants, self confidence, and independence, and I get a Lexus SUV. Or a pedicure. Or a Route 44 Sonic drink. Something. I’m really not too picky.
So wish us luck. Let’s hope there isn’t any crazy stories that come out of this “fun” time in J’s life. Like the one where Pickle actually peed on the carpet in the chapel during church. Yikes. I think I scrubbed a hole in the floor making sure it was clean. Oh man.
Hope your weekend is equally uneventful…in a good way.
P.S. I’m pretty sure this will be the only post I’ll write categorized “Bathroom” that will actually talk about what happens in the bathroom, not how it is decorated.