The Potty Chronicle: Day Three

Not for the Faint of Heart

There are several parenting "opportunities" for which no amount of bleach is really sufficient. One of these is the Rotavirus, and another, as you may have guessed, is potty training. I feel I must speak for millions when I say that after this morning's poop incident, I shudder at the thought of what slipped underneath my fingernails.

By and large, though, I am incredibly proud of Tommy today. He had just two morning accidents, and he went to the bathroom 3 times when we were at a friend's Easter Egg Hunt this morning. I can tell he's proud of himself, too. To see your child achieve something and believe in himself evokes a feeling of joy unattainable by yourself.

Of course, when I say Tommy went to the bathroom, I still mean I'm reminding him---and forcing him---to sit on the toilet every 30-40 minutes. Buy hey, we've got to get there somehow.

We're on our way.