Reporting from the front of thepotty training wars, I am hunkered down waiting for the next assault.
I confess, after successfully potty training four kids, a dog and two cats, I was certain that our new addition, Betty and the little man, Daniel would not be too much of a challenge. To me the biggest challenge would be the logistics of peeing standing up as my girls are not skilled in this. That is what Daddy is for, right?
No problem!
But then I have come to appreciate the stubbornness of these two cute and cuddly clowns of mine.
Actually there has been progress.
Betty has no problem peeing on the cute little pads that Bill picked up at the pet store. She eats up the praise we all bestow on her when she performs the deed. But the other deed…..well, we have yet to come close. That darling little puppy won’t even take care of that business outside. But she will sniff out Buster’s when she is frolicking in the great outdoors.
Daniel is really liking the big boy underwear. He proudly caresses the soft cotton as he puts them on announcing for anyone to hear they are SOFT. He gladly sits on the potty and is sincere in his efforts to go potty. He has even come to us stating he has to go potty and leads us to the bathroom to assist him. Way to go big boy! But he has yet to produce anything in the toilet. Not for a lack of trying mind you. He will sit and sit and one time sat for nearly a half hour as we together sang songs and read books and listened to running water. I’d let him sit longer but I’m afraid he might develop hemorrhoids if he sits there too long. Plus there are other people living here and even with three bathrooms there are times someone is dancing the potty dance waiting for a door to open. Still we cheer his efforts, flush the toilet (his favorite part) and wash our hands. And then, a few minutes or so later, he comes to me telling me that he needs dry pants.
::::sigh:::::He’ll get it. I know he will. Just last month he would cry huge tears of fear if I even suggested sitting on the potty or trying on big boy underwear. He is progressing and I know soon enough we will finally after two decades, say goodbye at long last to diapers and pull-ups and training pants…at least until it is time for grandchildren.
But there seems to be a new development on the potty wars front lines. I do believe that these cute and cuddly little clowns of mine have recruited reinforcements or perhaps there is a rebel force stirring things up.
It is no secret that our nearly 13 year old cat, Ginger, has never liked any of the additions to our circus since Jodie Grace Wynonna arrived. To her, these children and other pets are so unnecessary and in her own special cat way, she lets us know this. Betty is no different and Ginger wasted no time letting her know that. But I wonder if she has discovered a way to get back at us for adding to the circus. As the official “pooper-scooper” of the litter box I am wondering why there has been nothing to scoop since Thursday night. I swear she is smirking as I scour the entire second floor of the house which is where she dwells as long as that puppy is in the house. I haven’t found anything yet. I wonder if she knows how to lift the lid…..naaaahh!!
Reporting from the front of thepotty training wars, I am hunkered down waiting for the next assault.
I confess, after successfully potty training four kids, a dog and two cats, I was certain that our new addition, Betty and the little man, Daniel would not be too much of a challenge. To me the biggest challenge would be the logistics of peeing standing up as my girls are not skilled in this. That is what Daddy is for, right?
No problem!
But then I have come to appreciate the stubbornness of these two cute and cuddly clowns of mine.
Actually there has been progress.
Betty has no problem peeing on the cute little pads that Bill picked up at the pet store. She eats up the praise we all bestow on her when she performs the deed. But the other deed…..well, we have yet to come close. That darling little puppy won’t even take care of that business outside. But she will sniff out Buster’s when she is frolicking in the great outdoors.
Daniel is really liking the big boy underwear. He proudly caresses the soft cotton as he puts them on announcing for anyone to hear they are SOFT. He gladly sits on the potty and is sincere in his efforts to go potty. He has even come to us stating he has to go potty and leads us to the bathroom to assist him. Way to go big boy! But he has yet to produce anything in the toilet. Not for a lack of trying mind you. He will sit and sit and one time sat for nearly a half hour as we together sang songs and read books and listened to running water. I’d let him sit longer but I’m afraid he might develop hemorrhoids if he sits there too long. Plus there are other people living here and even with three bathrooms there are times someone is dancing the potty dance waiting for a door to open. Still we cheer his efforts, flush the toilet (his favorite part) and wash our hands. And then, a few minutes or so later, he comes to me telling me that he needs dry pants.
::::sigh:::::He’ll get it. I know he will. Just last month he would cry huge tears of fear if I even suggested sitting on the potty or trying on big boy underwear. He is progressing and I know soon enough we will finally after two decades, say goodbye at long last to diapers and pull-ups and training pants…at least until it is time for grandchildren.
But there seems to be a new development on the potty wars front lines. I do believe that these cute and cuddly little clowns of mine have recruited reinforcements or perhaps there is a rebel force stirring things up.
It is no secret that our nearly 13 year old cat, Ginger, has never liked any of the additions to our circus since Jodie Grace Wynonna arrived. To her, these children and other pets are so unnecessary and in her own special cat way, she lets us know this. Betty is no different and Ginger wasted no time letting her know that. But I wonder if she has discovered a way to get back at us for adding to the circus. As the official “pooper-scooper” of the litter box I am wondering why there has been nothing to scoop since Thursday night. I swear she is smirking as I scour the entire second floor of the house which is where she dwells as long as that puppy is in the house. I haven’t found anything yet. I wonder if she knows how to lift the lid…..naaaahh!!
Reporting from the front of thepotty training wars, I am hunkered down waiting for the next assault.
I confess, after successfully potty training four kids, a dog and two cats, I was certain that our new addition, Betty and the little man, Daniel would not be too much of a challenge. To me the biggest challenge would be the logistics of peeing standing up as my girls are not skilled in this. That is what Daddy is for, right?
No problem!
But then I have come to appreciate the stubbornness of these two cute and cuddly clowns of mine.
Actually there has been progress.
Betty has no problem peeing on the cute little pads that Bill picked up at the pet store. She eats up the praise we all bestow on her when she performs the deed. But the other deed…..well, we have yet to come close. That darling little puppy won’t even take care of that business outside. But she will sniff out Buster’s when she is frolicking in the great outdoors.
Daniel is really liking the big boy underwear. He proudly caresses the soft cotton as he puts them on announcing for anyone to hear they are SOFT. He gladly sits on the potty and is sincere in his efforts to go potty. He has even come to us stating he has to go potty and leads us to the bathroom to assist him. Way to go big boy! But he has yet to produce anything in the toilet. Not for a lack of trying mind you. He will sit and sit and one time sat for nearly a half hour as we together sang songs and read books and listened to running water. I’d let him sit longer but I’m afraid he might develop hemorrhoids if he sits there too long. Plus there are other people living here and even with three bathrooms there are times someone is dancing the potty dance waiting for a door to open. Still we cheer his efforts, flush the toilet (his favorite part) and wash our hands. And then, a few minutes or so later, he comes to me telling me that he needs dry pants.
::::sigh:::::He’ll get it. I know he will. Just last month he would cry huge tears of fear if I even suggested sitting on the potty or trying on big boy underwear. He is progressing and I know soon enough we will finally after two decades, say goodbye at long last to diapers and pull-ups and training pants…at least until it is time for grandchildren.
But there seems to be a new development on the potty wars front lines. I do believe that these cute and cuddly little clowns of mine have recruited reinforcements or perhaps there is a rebel force stirring things up.
It is no secret that our nearly 13 year old cat, Ginger, has never liked any of the additions to our circus since Jodie Grace Wynonna arrived. To her, these children and other pets are so unnecessary and in her own special cat way, she lets us know this. Betty is no different and Ginger wasted no time letting her know that. But I wonder if she has discovered a way to get back at us for adding to the circus. As the official “pooper-scooper” of the litter box I am wondering why there has been nothing to scoop since Thursday night. I swear she is smirking as I scour the entire second floor of the house which is where she dwells as long as that puppy is in the house. I haven’t found anything yet. I wonder if she knows how to lift the lid…..naaaahh!!
Reporting from the front of thepotty training wars, I am hunkered down waiting for the next assault.
I confess, after successfully potty training four kids, a dog and two cats, I was certain that our new addition, Betty and the little man, Daniel would not be too much of a challenge. To me the biggest challenge would be the logistics of peeing standing up as my girls are not skilled in this. That is what Daddy is for, right?
No problem!
But then I have come to appreciate the stubbornness of these two cute and cuddly clowns of mine.
Actually there has been progress.
Betty has no problem peeing on the cute little pads that Bill picked up at the pet store. She eats up the praise we all bestow on her when she performs the deed. But the other deed…..well, we have yet to come close. That darling little puppy won’t even take care of that business outside. But she will sniff out Buster’s when she is frolicking in the great outdoors.
Daniel is really liking the big boy underwear. He proudly caresses the soft cotton as he puts them on announcing for anyone to hear they are SOFT. He gladly sits on the potty and is sincere in his efforts to go potty. He has even come to us stating he has to go potty and leads us to the bathroom to assist him. Way to go big boy! But he has yet to produce anything in the toilet. Not for a lack of trying mind you. He will sit and sit and one time sat for nearly a half hour as we together sang songs and read books and listened to running water. I’d let him sit longer but I’m afraid he might develop hemorrhoids if he sits there too long. Plus there are other people living here and even with three bathrooms there are times someone is dancing the potty dance waiting for a door to open. Still we cheer his efforts, flush the toilet (his favorite part) and wash our hands. And then, a few minutes or so later, he comes to me telling me that he needs dry pants.
::::sigh:::::He’ll get it. I know he will. Just last month he would cry huge tears of fear if I even suggested sitting on the potty or trying on big boy underwear. He is progressing and I know soon enough we will finally after two decades, say goodbye at long last to diapers and pull-ups and training pants…at least until it is time for grandchildren.
But there seems to be a new development on the potty wars front lines. I do believe that these cute and cuddly little clowns of mine have recruited reinforcements or perhaps there is a rebel force stirring things up.
It is no secret that our nearly 13 year old cat, Ginger, has never liked any of the additions to our circus since Jodie Grace Wynonna arrived. To her, these children and other pets are so unnecessary and in her own special cat way, she lets us know this. Betty is no different and Ginger wasted no time letting her know that. But I wonder if she has discovered a way to get back at us for adding to the circus. As the official “pooper-scooper” of the litter box I am wondering why there has been nothing to scoop since Thursday night. I swear she is smirking as I scour the entire second floor of the house which is where she dwells as long as that puppy is in the house. I haven’t found anything yet. I wonder if she knows how to lift the lid…..naaaahh!!