Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potty training. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

It was Like Watching a Baby Being Born

Brennan finally pooped on the potty. And I'm not talking rabbit-sized droppings, here. I mean the kid
p-o-o-p-e-d.


It was like watching a  baby being born.

Brennan was on the potty, nervous & scared.
I was sitting next to him, looking down there to see his progress.

Brennan wanted to be done, I was yelling "PUSH BRENNAN!"
He'd grunt & push...

He was shaking.
He was sweaty.
He was crying.

I'd yell again "Push Brennan! You can do it!!!"
More pushing.
More crying, sweating, exhaustion.

"You can do it, Brennan! PUSH!! Push it OUT!!!!"

Anticipation.
 Hope.
The time has come.

Finally....finally it happened.
His business was done.
He was still shaking, but he sure looked on at his work in the potty.
He looked on with pride. I looked on with tears in my eyes.
My boy did it.

And it kinda felt like watching a baby being born, with many of the same words being spoken. ;)

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Around Here, This is the Potty Talk

Sums it up quite well this week so far:

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Mommy Confession: I Hate Potty Training

Does anyone enjoy it?

I've not been the best about potty training. Honestly, I'm lazy about it.
I hate doing it. It's so time consuming, incredibly boring. Necessary and essential, yes, but I am not motivated.

I'm making attempts to get more on it with potty training Brennan.

With Aidan (our oldest), I was all "Yeah! Time to potty train!".
Ha! Only possible with the first kid.

I need to embrace this.
But you know what? It's kind of hard to happily embrace a task that results in (temporary) peeing on the floor, getting peed on, having to clean up pee, probably poop, too.
Tears, possibly from both of us.

You wanna encourage me to potty train this kid? Or better yet, come and do it for me?
I think I might be just fine letting him stay in diapers another few months. But the fact is, most of the other kids his age (2.5) are already trained, and have been for a while.

I suppose their mothers aren't lazy and actually care about the issue.
Yikes.
There's my mommy confession.

(by the way, I was reading this link and I think I may try it. Trying to motivate myself here)