my boy doesn't want to potty all the time
Wow. Rough morning.
Kenny woke up an hour and a half earlier than usual and was none to pleased. He was also immune to my rationalizations about why going back to sleep would be a beyond awesome thing to do. He also managed to pee and poop in his overnight pull-up, and then get angry when Overboard cleaned him up and tried to get him into his underwear. And by angry, I mean he screamed and cried and flailed like a protester outside of the RNC. Then he peed in said underwear and broke down all over again.
After the meltdown subsided (for a minute or two), Kenny then pitched a fit about brushing his teeth and was apocalyptic over the idea of sitting on the potty. Only by teaming up on him, were Overboard and I able to get him dressed and downstairs. Remarkably, he calmed down considerably when presented with the invitation to sit in his chair and watch an episode of "Little Einsteins." Afterwards, he begrudgingly sat on the potty again and then was forcibly re-dressed (even though he knows how to do it on his own, Kenny refuses to do this at home) and placed in the car.
Just to mess with us, Kenny was super-duper-awesome in the car, and acted as if none of the earlier histrionics had ever taken place.
After dropping off Overboard at the train station, Kenny and I went to daycare. I'll be honest here and admit that I was quite relieved to let the daycare ladies take over for me, and only hope that he was done freaking out for the day. I really didn't believe that, but I was full of hope.
So why tell you all of this? So I can deliver my big thought for the day: Potty training. It's a [poopy] job, but somebody's got to do it. And luckily, for most of the day, it ain't us.
Kenny woke up an hour and a half earlier than usual and was none to pleased. He was also immune to my rationalizations about why going back to sleep would be a beyond awesome thing to do. He also managed to pee and poop in his overnight pull-up, and then get angry when Overboard cleaned him up and tried to get him into his underwear. And by angry, I mean he screamed and cried and flailed like a protester outside of the RNC. Then he peed in said underwear and broke down all over again.
After the meltdown subsided (for a minute or two), Kenny then pitched a fit about brushing his teeth and was apocalyptic over the idea of sitting on the potty. Only by teaming up on him, were Overboard and I able to get him dressed and downstairs. Remarkably, he calmed down considerably when presented with the invitation to sit in his chair and watch an episode of "Little Einsteins." Afterwards, he begrudgingly sat on the potty again and then was forcibly re-dressed (even though he knows how to do it on his own, Kenny refuses to do this at home) and placed in the car.
Just to mess with us, Kenny was super-duper-awesome in the car, and acted as if none of the earlier histrionics had ever taken place.
After dropping off Overboard at the train station, Kenny and I went to daycare. I'll be honest here and admit that I was quite relieved to let the daycare ladies take over for me, and only hope that he was done freaking out for the day. I really didn't believe that, but I was full of hope.
So why tell you all of this? So I can deliver my big thought for the day: Potty training. It's a [poopy] job, but somebody's got to do it. And luckily, for most of the day, it ain't us.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 7:00 PM
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