Potty Training Update

Yesterday was fun and hard. It was fun racing to the bathroom each time the timer ding a ling linged. I was amazed and somewhat frustrated with how quickly 20 minutes flies by. I remembered the growth spurt days of nursing when instead of feeding Hugo every 3 hours, he was freaking and demanding to nurse every 2 - 2 1/2 hours. I felt like my name should have been changed to Bessie the Guernsey Cow during those random weeks of his physical growth.

Hugo did okay for his first day in big boy underpants. In the end, the day was not a complete loss. The score looked something like ...

Toilet - 5 / Super Hero Pants - 4

Unfortunately for me, his you know whats, all ended up in the pants. The positive part of this uncool situation is that he didn't like it. Hugo would call out to me, "Momma, Momma, Momma!" It was funny to see him standing there with his legs spread as if he'd just hopped off a donkey from a long days journey through the Grand Canyon. The laundry machines are in for a workout I'm afraid.

Another part that made our first Potty Training day tricky was that we had some unplanned errands come up which we had to do for Cesar. Tax stuff. No way around it. Tuesday nights are also my Mutual nights at church. I couldn't face leaving the girls every 20 minutes to track down Hugo and drag him into the bathroom. So, I caved and he wore a diaper from around 4 pm on through waking this morning. Not the same one. I did change him before bed! Today is our Barnes and Noble day but we're not going. Staying home as slaves to the kitchen timer.

Friends just called and might come over to play after story time ends at Barnes & Noble. These friends usually like to go to McDonald's and climb around in the jungle gym to tire the kids out afterward. It is awesome how well the climbing = sleeping children each and every time. Our last visit there found us all completely grossed out at how filthy the play structure was. We all swore we wouldn't go back. It would be nice to have friends join us here in our potty seclusion. I had thought about borrowing one of Hugo's little friends who is already potty trained who might help to encourage Hugo along. She knows the drill and will love all the juice and jelly beans. I wonder if I'd need girly poop prizes? That might be the plan for our Friday.

The weather is beautiful. Perfect even. I want to spend the entire day outside. Maybe Hugo will copy the dogs and learn to potty amongst the trees and leaves.

The End.