Potty Training. Again. Maybe.
I'm back on the trail to Diaper-Free Nirvana.
At least, that's what I keep telling myself. Frankly, I'm sick of buying diapers. I'm already trained to visit every restroom between point A and point B, and I'm the slightly bemused owner of 700 pairs of training panties.
And, puhleese. The child is 3 and a half. Ish. Halfish. Whatever. It is time. It is long past time.
"Hey, honey! Let's try and make peeps on the potty!"
"No. I'm busy."
"Come on, sweetie! Peeps! Quick peeps! It will be fun!"
"Go away, Mama."
Wow! This is going well! The toddler- 1, Mama- zip.
"Want some juice?"
"Want some water?"
"Jooo-oooooo-oooo-ce?" I figure singing might make it more appealing.
Great. How am I supposed to make her pee if she won't drink on command. Toddler - 2, Mama - 0.
Oh great. She just ran by with her little potty full of horses. Yes! That's a good plan! I'm really on my A game now!