This week we are jumping into the world of potty training once more. Today is Day #1.
This is a point in my children's lives that I dread.
The running to the toiled at the most awkward moments, the "accidents" that seem to happen only in the car or the store, the endless loads of laundry, and the worst part: checking the toilet and forcing myself to cheer and make a complete idiot out of myslef upon finding a big poop in there.
I am determined to get Sam potty trained by the end of this week, but I am sure, he and his bowels have their own agenda in mind.
I have a new tatic this time, we will see how it goes. Wish us all luck!
The "magic juice."
The "cool tractor pants."
The next few days.