Life bring certain challenges, and I have found in my research in college as well as in life all challenges are cause by what we have below the waist. That's right folks outties and Innies. My daughter was fairly easy to potty train. We tried the butt naked approach, the potty is our friend approach and the Popsicle in hand. Combined they worked like a charm and even though the carpet may not like us she was reasonably trained in a few weeks. But my son, wow, my son. I didn't think he was ready at all, he also is not a visible pooper. He kinda lets it sneak up on us like a bad cheese. He has never had a poop face, grunt or anything. He normally lets us know by the toxic aroma that permeates the whole house. But a few days ago he pointed to he diaper and exclaimed "I Pee". So my stealthiest ninja mom move bounced into action I grabbed him ran to the potty, remove the diaper one handed and place him upon the throne. Within a millisecond he went to work. I also found in that moment that I should have taken Physics as part of my coursework, because as I look beaming at my son I watched as he pee'd an arch right out of the toilet bowl and on the floor nearly hitting my socked foot.
Not to discourage his joy and smiling face I cheered him on gladly! I then promptly walked to my shopping list and wrote buy a big boy potty with pee shield STAT.
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