Last night I hit my limit. More specifically, my poopy diaper-changing limit. My oldest (I'll call him Boy1 - based on order of appearance) will be three years old in August. He's been sort of potty training for a while but with an infant (Boy2) in tow, I've been just a little preoccupied and haven't taken the plunge into the exciting world of potty training yet. Boy2 is becoming much more self-sufficient now that he's approaching the one year mark. Even though he can mostly feed himself and entertain himself for a few minutes, keeping two boys under the age of three alive will keep anyone busy. But I digress...
Boy1 was playing in the backyard last night. He was having a great time running around with his lawnmower and chasing the dog. He stopped running and chasing. He gave S-man "the look". "Do you need to go potty?", S-man asked. "Nope daddy, I'm okay.", replied Boy1. [Note: at this point, I would have brought him inside to the bathroom. I don't yet trust Boy1 that much to stop what he's doing just to go on the toilet. However, I'm letting S-man take the lead more and use his judgement with this type of thing...end note.] I step into the scene a minute or two later and can immediately smell you-know-what. It was not your run of the mill you-know-what either. It was bad. Bad, bad, bad. I'm being non-descriptive here on purpose. I know all you parents have been there. Anyway, that was it. I hit my limit. As I was changing his diaper, I found myself both silently cursing and audibly gagging. I realized at that moment Boy1 was mentally and physically ready; it was me who hadn't been ready for potty training. Who would have thought Boy1 was waiting on me to take the lead? It makes sense when you think about it. Parents are supposed to be the leaders when it comes to teaching children new skills, such as eating with a spoon or potty training. Today is our first day of potty training and so far, so good. We're on a 20 minute schedule and only one accident so far this morning. I know there will be more accidents and I'm okay with that. I'm just glad we waited until I was ready.
In addition to beginning the potty training process, S-man is also planting the garden today! Between trips to the toilet with Boy1, occupying Boy2, feeding everyone and planting the garden, it's just an average day around here. Chaotic, messy, loud and exhausting. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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