Today was a doozy. Have I ever used that word before? No. Because today was my first official doozy of a day with two small children underfoot.
Potty training has started with Henry. I have no issues with him staying in diapers for a few more months but his butt cheeks and thighs are deeply objecting to diapers of any sort. For whatever reason, he has crazy sores that refuse to heal and we know that getting him out of diapers is the only way to keep an infection at bay.
Yesterday was Day 1. It went well. A trip to Wal-Mart resulted in a pack of Thomas the Train undies and Minnie Mouse panties and a little potty he picked out himself. I must say I was quite proud that he chose a multifunctional potty and stepstool rather than falling for the consumerism of the Cars and Fisher-Price potty. He liked his Minnie Mouse panties the best and the evening resulted in only one accident. Not bad.
Day 2 started with a bang. Poop and pee. Have I ever been so proud? Probably not. From there, it was totally downhill. No nap. Pee on the floor. Poop in the panties. Messy messy house. Tired and disconnected mama.
By 3:30, I had officially given up all hopes of potty training and had Henry back in a diaper. Thankfully, my sister called with a pep talk and training commenced.
At 4:52, I called Taylor and told him that he needed to come home at 5 on the dot or I might go crazy. Taylor walks in the door and Henry magically pees in the potty. Success. Finally.
Where is Liza during all of this? Rolling every possible direction on her quilt. Yes. She chose today to become a roller. It makes me sad to think that I thought "well, hell" when she got into her groove this morning, rather than sincerely celebrating her accomplishment. I assume she can't read too deep into my thoughts as she seemed quite pleased with my half-hearted congratulatory song and dance.
Here I am. 2 glasses of wine later. If you have an inspirational potty training story, please feel free to share.