"The Frog"

This morning Scotty and I were standing in our living room looking at each other, and we both started laughing until we both about cried. It was one of those moments that it was better to laugh than to cry. Let me paint the picture of our morning.

Carson and I were standing in our familiar spots. He was standing on his stool and I was standing over his shoulder waiting for him to "try to pee pee in the potty." (toilet paper in hand) After much trying, he finally decided to call it quits. I walked away to get a new diaper. While I was gone (for the 5 seconds), he made a BIG puddle on the floor. Of course I stepped in it when I came in the bathroom. While I was standing there taking off my wet sock, he ran past me and out the bathroom door. When I got my sock off and thrown in the laundry room, I headed after him to put his diaper on before he makes more "puddles" around the house. When I turn the corner into the living room, I almost stepped in poop. (Yes, on my carpet) After I finished screaming, I grabbed more paper and cleaned that up. When I returned to the living room, my half naked boy was running laps around the dining room. That is when Scotty and I just stopped and took in what was happening in our lives, and we had a good laugh. I think it was better than crying. Finally Scotty said, "I don't think this is working." I said, "No kidding!" So later I went to the store and got a plain potty. When I brought it home, we took one look at it and knew it would not work. Scotty took it back to the store and brought home the frog potty. Carson has gone to the potty more times than I can count this afternoon. Praise God! I have not cleaned up pee pee in 6 hours. I am so proud of "The Frog" that I decided to put its picture on the blog.

One final thought for day. Parenting is funny. When Carson was a newborn, I thought this must be the hardest stage. I was up all hours of the night. I was so tired. I thought life will be a piece of cakes when he sleeps all night. Now I have learned that each stage that kids go through are different. Some parts easier in some ways but harder in other ways.

Potty Training

Who is really being potty trained here? Carson or me? I am starting to wonder that more and more each day. Carson is 23 months old, and he has decided that he wants to start potty training me. He started taking his pants and diaper off about a month or two ago. If you didn't see Carson for a few minutes or if you heard a strange ripping sound, you knew you needed to start looking for him. You knew in the back of your mind that he was in a quite place pulling off his diaper. I think this was initiated by watching the other kids at his daycare using the potty. Our next step was purchasing a little set to go on the big potty and a blue step stool. The set was really cute. It had Diego on it. Mistake #1: do not buy something with your child's favorite character on it and expect them to set on it. Carson would not set on Diego, so he started standing in front of Diego. So that is were we are today. Carson standing in front of the potty trying to potty. Did I mention that Carson is only one? So he is short and not just in his height. Do you think he makes it into the potty? Answer: NO. That is were my potty training comes in. He is quickly training me on how to clean up his potty. Both kinds of potty (if you know what I mean). Yes, as you can guess he does not like to set on Diego to go #2 either. So, on to the next idea. We are going to try a potty chair. I don't think he will set on the chair, but I am getting really tired of my potty training. I will let you know how it turns out. To Be Continued...