Potty Training. It has been a long, daunting process but we have reached a milestone before his 3rd birthday...NO MORE DIAPERS!!! Whoo-hoo! He has been trained for about a month now, but lets reflect on this well worn road to sucess:
A few months ago it seemed that our little man finally grasped the concept. He was asking to go to the potty and had been accident free for a few days. We decided to brave it and meet some friends at the theater to see a movie. We made our trips to the potty before the movie began, and then two more times during the show. Cohen did not seem to be into "The Croods" as much as the other kids and kept running back and forth, willy nilly, much to the chagrin of the people in front of us whose seats were being bumped. Then he told me he had to go again. Really? This seemed like another ploy to go out of the movie. So we stayed. BIG MISTAKE. The next thing I knew he came over to me SOAKED. Literally. As if an entire big gulp had been dumped in his lap. Not only that, but there was a small pond around his feet. Luckily people were really into the movie at that point and I had an extra change of clothes in his bag. And LOTS of napkins.
Cut to a few weeks ago....It was a warm spring day, and the kids and I were at home while the bug man routinely treated our house and yard. He had just finished up and he and I were talking about the joys of of little boys. (His son is a year younger than Cohen). I was filling him in about how Cohen liked to peepee outside, and we were still working on #2. We had been offering him matchbox cars as prizes when he went in the toilet, but for some reason he had aversion to it at the time. So we finished chatting and David a.k.a. bugman walked to his truck. About that time, David said, "Ummmm....he is in the front yard with no pants." I rounded the house to see Cohen sans his bottom half of clothing standing in the front yard for all the world to see. As bugman got into his truck laughing, I looked around, mortified to see if any neighbors were out in the yard. That's when things got worse. Almost instantaniously, 3 things happened. 1) I realized he had gone #2 in the flowerbed in the front yard. 2)Our dog rounded the house and began to "clean it up" for me. 3) The schoolbus, half full of onlooking children passed by our house. As I tried to frantically fling myself in front of my half-naked two year old and hope against all hopes that no one saw the poo....my sweet next door neighbor started walking towards my house. At that point, I threw in the towel at any hopes of dignity as I herded Cohen into the gargage and smiled and said hello, as if nothing were out of the ordinary:)
Never a dull moment. Kids are a blessing and I wouldn't change a thing:) Thank you Lord!
