Potty Training

A while back I wrote a blog post about potty training adventures...
"I 'hate' potty training. Its the devil's work. Seriously! Start with a toddler who "always" asks why. Follow it up by trying to get that one onto the toilet before he does anything. Nice thought. What happens is as follows: Diaper off, child takes at least 5 minutes to prep the toilet himself and redo it for good measure. Child scratches butt which is poopy, now on hands. Hands touch toilet and other parts of body. Poo is now everywhere. Clean-up ensues. While throwing away disinfectant wipes, child pees 2 gallons on the floor. Shower, screaming, find missed poo on child, now under fingernails. "Why" is the music you clean and cry to. = Devil's Work!"

Now I still feel this way. It is the devils work. We've tried bribes of candy, our son is a choco-holic!, we have a story book he wants but can't have yet, we've offered a party. All things work for about 5 minutes. Basically it boils down to a battle of wills.

Today we attempted the training again. I've got a head cold and a shorter fuse. Ethan, knows this, seems to be full of "it" also known as everything under the sun. He informs me tha the needs to change his 'underwear' (pullups) and proceeds to pull down his pants. Then runs around the house naked from waist down. Finally get him to sit on his potty chair for at least 5 minutes with no action.

"Ok good job kiddo, how about you try wearing your "big boy underwear" for a while. Remember don't potty in them, let's keep them dry so you can wear them all day!"
"Oh man...look mommy!"
"Sigh...I'll get some cleaning supplies."