Firstly, it’s 40 degrees out there tonight. Break out the sweaters and pumpkins!
We had a lovely time in potty training bookcamp this weekend.* Salty peed in the potty almost every time, but definitely filled his underpants with #2 once–which he tried to cover up by dumping it out on the laundry room floor and then trying to handwash his underwear with a bottle of Febreeze. Gah! I always keep the laundry room locked, but I must have left it open when taking in any of the seven pairs of underpants Peppers micro-peed that day. Oh well, at least the laundry room is tiled.
Speaking of flooring, thank goodness I bought the wet/dry vac during our last bout of stomach flu, because after all the excitement of potty training, poor little pneumatic Salty had stomach flu that night and barfed all over his crib and carpet. That vacuum is magic.
Stomach flu put an abrupt pause on potty training boot camp. Which was kind of a relief. Flufferella and I had a horrible potty training for months until I finally found the right leverage: a promise of swimming lessons. I’ve promised swimming lessons to both the boys, but neither of them instantly potty trained themselves the way Fluffernutter did. Uhoh. That was my best material.
I’m open to potty training suggestions here. Very open. I mean, I will consider any advice that doesn’t scar my children for life. And even that I can be flexible on.
Today the boys and I are standing in the hall at work while I find a coughdrop in my purse. Salty sees me popping what looks like candy to him and says, loudly, “You pee in the potty, Mom!” to which I reply, “That’s right. I pee in the potty because I’m a big girl, so I can have a coughdrop.” And my superviser calls out from the department head’s office across the hall, “Congratulations, Heather!”
*this is sarcasm.