Potty Training

Those two little words can strike fear into the best parents!  Yes, it's that time again: POTTY TRAINING!  It seems like just yesterday I was slipping Lydia M&M's for going potty.  Now it's Boaz's turn.  He's done really well considering.  Over this past Memorial Day weekend we started him in Pull-ups and he did a pretty good job of keeping them dry even while out and about at other peoples houses.  Now, pooping, that's a whole other story, but we'll get to that in a bit.

After successfully keeping his pants dry I thought it was time to give "Naked Potty Training" a try because while he was keeping his pull-ups dry, he wasn't really showing much initiative to go on his own (without our constant "go potty" prompts).  Day one was FABULOUS!  Not without accidents mind you, but all in all a very productive day.  I ended the day with a great sense of satisfaction and was quite proud of my "patience of Job" throughout the day.  Day two?  NOT SO MUCH!  I found myself in tears by mid-afternoon.  Not all of it directly potty-related, but indirectly my lovely GREEN monster (also known as Lydia) was ridiculously jealous of the attention being paid to Boaz and Levi had a TERRIBLE day at the doctor's office (three shots, an oral vaccine, and a corrective "procedure" to an adhesion in a place no "adhesion" should EVER be...poor little buddy!)  Suffice to say I no longer had the feeling of satisfaction but rather of near epic FAIL!

On to Day Three...now, add to the fun the fact that I was watching Wynnie, the beautiful six month old daughter of friends of ours.  Over all the morning went shockingly well.  This could be due, in part, to the fact that Lydia left mid morning to go pick strawberries with her grandpa.  Someone even asked how potty training was going and I dared to tentatively admit that so far so good: No accidents thus far today.  So, picture it, I've nursed Levi who is now happily snoozing securely in his boppy on the couch.  To allow him quiet to sleep, I take Boaz and Wynnie into Lyd's room so Bo can play while I feed Wynnie her bottle.  Suddenly I hear an "Uh oh!" and watch with horror as a little turd pops out of Boaz's naked butt.  I said, "Go potty quick!" and he runs to the potty leaving a trail of turds in his wake.  He peed in the potty but he'd pooped out all he had.  If it weren't so gross it'd be hilarious!