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Potty Training: Day 2

So I wasn't counting on having to deal with throw-up and diarreah while on my 3-day Potty Training mission. That's Murphy for you, I guess. However, it did ensure that we (meaning Benjamin) sat on the toilet a lot today and although he had some accidents (eight pairs of underwear worth) we did have some success as well. For example, he woke up last night around 11:00 and I was able to get him to the toilet in time for him to pee. Mercifully he went right back to bed without a fuss. I had no such luck this morning, however. He began peeing just as I walked into his room to get him out of bed. Note to self: be super quick tomorrow morning.

As for this afternoon, we spent most of it on the toilet. Half the time nothing happened, but a couple times he pooped and peed. Each time he did I would jump up and down and cheer for him, give him a high-five, and then hand him an M&M as his reward. Then we would go find Daddy to tell him the exciting news.  Basically, we acted like he had just won the Nobel Peace Prize or something, that's how excited we got. :)

Anyway, hopefully tomorrow his stomach will be feeling better and perhaps I will only have to wash five or six pairs of underwear. Hey, as longs as that number dwindles a bit each day, I'm happy.
Wearing big boy underwear!
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  1. Sarah GriffinApril 16, 2010 at 8:47 PM

    Wow... I'm impressed you kept at it even though he wasn't feeling well. Sounds like it's going well considering the circumstances.

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  2. A.A.H.April 16, 2010 at 8:59 PM

    Well, the book said that once you start, you shouldn't stop or it could be that much harder the next time you try. So we just continued on!

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