Ahh yes…the time has come to potty-train our son, Nico. I’ve dreaded this moment. I still have nightmares from potty-training our daughter. The books, the “boot-camps”, the videos…blah blah blah. Let’s just be honest…potty-training is hell. But the idea of never having to buy a box of diapers again is enough motivation to keep dredging ahead.
This experience so far can be summed up with one little story. I did the whole “Cheerios in the toilet” thing and I told Nico to aim for them. Apparently, those instructions were lost in translation…or he was blinded by the fact that his favorite snack was just inches away from him. The fact that the Cheerios were floating in toilet water did not phase my precious son. So he went after that favorite snack of his. Yep…my son went toilet diving.
When I was a kid, my parents used to drop me off at basketball camp so I could learn to perfect my jump shot. Why isn’t there a potty-training camp for our kids?!? Drop our kids off in diapers and a few hours later, they’re walking out in big kid underwear.
So apparently I need to go to the store today to buy sheets of plastic to serve as “splash-guards” for our bathroom floor…a Hazmat suit for me…and brussel sprouts. (I’ll cut a hole in the “lovely” green veggie and tell him to aim for them. At least I know he won’t go diving for those!)
I wonder if there’s a patron Saint for potty-training…because I need some divine intervention on this one.