I think I have discovered the biggest joy of parenting. No, it's not sacrament meetings with 2 children, sibling rivalry, blow-outs, food fights. It's toilet training. I have loved every minute of it. Uh, I don't think so. The last 6 days have been pure torture. We decided the time has come to finally force our almost 3 1/2 year old child to use the potty. Saturday, Jack and I hit it hard. We drank lots ot fun drinks, read stories, went on the potty 5 times, had a celebratory potty party, etc. Then, Sunday...Jack refused to go to the bathroom all day long and then had 2 enormous accidents. Monday, same thing. Tuesday, it finally clicked. No, he did not magically use the bathroom by himself, but we did get a poop and a few pees in the trusty old pot after I chased him around the house, pulled down his pants and practically held him down. We haven't left the house for more than an hour at a time in the last 6 days and I have probably done at least 10 loads of laundry and cleaned up 10 accidents. Ahh, the joys....
I think his shirt is especially appropriate. "Grandma and Grandpa brought me this shirt from Niagra Falls just to show me they love me."
Oops, Lindsey. I don't think you've got it quite yet.
