Tuesday, July 23, 2013


 Oh boy, oh boy. Toddlers. Potty training. And a bathtub.

I'm not going to get into the details...I will spare you that much and leave it engraved in only my own memory.

Sooooo remember that bleach commercial where the toddler comes running up to his mommy proudly proclaiming that he went "poo-poo" in the potty? Then she excitedly runs to the bathroom to check out his potty.....only there was nothing in it....

Then you see the horror fall across her face as she looks over into the bath tub.....

Then a big ole' bottle of bleach slams down in front of the screen.

Yep. Been there, done that. Today.

But alas, that is not the end.....as I'm scrubbing out the tub, that same sweet toddler starts yelling "POTTY, potty!" To which I grab him and toss him on the real toilet (because his potty was all the way downstairs). And I'm relieved that we made it.....but what I didn't realize was that there's a space between the seat and the toilet and all the that was supposed to be making it in the bowl was being sprayed down my legs.

Can I get another bottle of bleach to slam down?

For a split second I wanted to cry, but then I coudn't help but laugh.....then I wanted to cry again when I peered back over the tub.

Ah, yes....potty training. It's an adventure. Just when you think everyone has found a good rhythm someone decides to throw in an extra beat or two. Although, I will say that it has gone way, way, WAY better than the first time we attempted to do it. In fact, most days Cole doesn't have a single accident. And he loves the fact that he gets to eat animal cookies practically all day long.....

I do have to say, my favorite part so far is when Cole runs to his potty, toots, and then asks for a cookie afterwards.  Ah, the power of the cookie. And nice try buddy.

So I apologize for such an unappealing post, but this is my reality. And while it's not super glamorous, and I may be bathing in bleach some days. I also know that this will be over before I know it. Tomorrow  he will be waving and driving his potty-trained self off to college.

At least I hope so....on the "potty-trained self" part.

Until then I think i will strap my bottle of bleach to my belt, because I have a feeling between both boys I'm gonna need it. :)

1 comment:

  1. Right there with ya friend! Potty training my 2-year-old son. Bleach and a strong stomach required! My girls were relatively easy... Other than the fact that we have a family story that includes a "poop-rainbow (something that probably only happens if you try to potty train a completely uninterested 14 month old)."