The time has come.
Oh, how I want to cry.
The time has come. To potty train Spencer.
I can not believe we're here again. I JUST POTTY TRAINED HENRY.
Okay, fine, it was a year ago, but still.
Spencer is not quite 2.5 years old. Henry was 3 years and 3 months before I even considered it. I firmly believe that I could not have been successful if I had ever tried even one day earlier than we did with Henry. I have a brain block about potty training 2 year old boys. They need to be 3 before you even try!!!!
Spencer wants to SOOOO bad, and how is it fair, that I, his mother, keep him from going #1 and #2 respectably in the toilet, rather than embarassingly in his pants???
It's not fair. So, I have to.
Henry took exactly 1 day, 1 2-liter of Diet (caffeine free) Coke, a baby doll who wet himself, a bunch of presents, a chart, stickers, candy, and some underwear to potty train. He used the toilet 17 times that day.
I am planning a Toy Story themed potty party for Spencer-man, starting at 0dark30 tomorrow.
I'm already tired just thinking about it.
If it doesn't work, I don't think I'll ever have the energy to potty train him again. So, it's now or never. (Or Derek can try again later.)
But if it works??? ONE KID IN DIAPERS!!!! Oh my, the thought is so sweet, I can barely stand it. It's what's getting me through the fear of tomorrow.
What I'm choosing NOT to think about is how many potty trips we'll be making with Spencer AND Henry, (who still whizzes in every single public bathroom we ever go near, ever) whenever we leave the house.
But I'm not thinking about that.
POTTY! POTTY! POTTY! WE CAN DO IT! YEAH! (YAWN!)
Wish us luck!!!!!!!