I picked you up from school yesterday. I have been nagging, praying, hoping, pleading, reasoning, begging, shaming, wondering, letting you go naked, for MONTHS. Five years of months.
YOU DID IT!!!! praise the gods of the porcelain throne. My son actually gets it now. he GETS it!!!
*does the he is pooping in the potty dance*
edit: One day up, one day down. Such is life.
June 25th update: One week of going on the potty. It took an incident of you clogging the toilet to push you over the edge. I don't mind. You have taken a big step to making your life easier on yourself.
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I have to keep a journal for the young-un, and since I am NO good at doing it on paper, here goes.
About the son
This is about and for my son. I want to be able to keep track of all the cute things he says, like he calls candy canes, candy bones. Or when he says he doesn't like something, he says, "I can't want it". And he says, "good idea." you know, stuff like that.
