The time-honored rite of parenthood know as potty-training is upon us! I am heading towards potty-training my last child, it's been years, but teaching a little human how to use the facilities is no small feat. Beefy hasn't been too interested in going himself, but he seems to be investigating how my husband pees, how I pee, how his brothers pee, how to flush the toilet and even better, what can I flush down the toilet? He's even telling us when he's done the dirty deed, "POOP!!!!!"
But has no interest in actually sitting on the can, that might take some time out from stealing crayons from Marc's craft desk. However, my sister is starting to teach my nephew the glories of the john and I just giggle, because this is her first round. I've been through three kids, the first is always the hardest. My oldest took awhile, but my second found the pee-glee of pissing on the tree in the backyard. It wasn't until I found a massive poop in the backyard (we had no dog) that I had to reign him in and explain the poop rules. The following is the text messages we've been having about it:
Violet: Potty training: 2 accidents so far, I think by the end of this the whole house will smell like pee.
Me: Rocky and E-man can compete to mark territory.
Violet: HAHAHA
Violet: Potty Training lesson I learned today: Take to potty right after dinner. Big poop and pee in his pants. I feel like a dummy for not thinking of this.
Me: Rookie! hahahahaa
Violet: LOL! I just spent 5 minutes pouring water on his wiener to get him to pee in the toilet. This is my life.
Me: Please lock this message so u can remember it fondly.
Violet: I will
Me: The one thing I hated was when you had to cut them off of juice by a certain time of night. They always acted like they just got back from the Sahara.
Violet: LMAO!!!
Me: Or the innocent face when you ask them, and they clearly smell like shit, "Did you wipe?"
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