It turns out that potty training does not simplify my life. Now, I have one additional battle to fight each time we try to leave the house, I must carry "emergency" supplies for Zeke in case of an accident, and I'm starting to feel guilty about all the time Ben spends wandering the house alone while Zeke and I sit in the bathroom (see picture below).
Potty training is also a never ending process. (Okay, maybe it's a 10 year process, but that feels like forever right now.) Turns out that total potty training will require Zeke to grow an additional 5 inches to be able to reach the sink to wash his hands with the aid of the step stool, an additional year for him to develop the impulse control to not flip ALL the toilet paper off the roll, and maybe another six months for him to be not quite so exited about seeing his poop in the pot.
I'm starting to see some fraying at the edges, however, probably because we still use diapers during nap time and bedtime and he's taking note of the conveniences. He just doesn't seem to mind the feeling of a wet, cold diaper, or a squishy brown surprise. M&Ms can only do so much - how do I motivate a 2 year old to do anything he doesn't really want to do himself?
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You're doing a great job, Tina. Keep up the good work!
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