About two weeks ago we tried. And failed. Apparently the capacity of my son’s bladder is larger than my patience. The following week, OBoy told me in time to make it to the potty for a poop. I congratulated him and was very excited, but made zero effort to encourage him further. The week after that (so [...]
So help me, if one more person tells me that my son is too young for me “to be trying to potty train him”, my head is going to explode into 87 bajillion tiny pieces. I am not the one wanting to potty train. Please believe me, I did not initiate this. Sure, I bought [...]
“poop!” he says to me, proud and excited. “Do you need to poop, Buddy?” “poop! poop!” Of course, I have my shirt pulled up, nursing OBrother on an office chair I rolled into the playroom. This should be fun. I stand up, manage to keep OBrother latched, and walk to the bathroom. I kick-slide one [...]
