So its time for Logan to start trying the "potty" says his teacher to me. A chill ran up my spine and images of the movie Alien for some reason came to mind. Sheer gore, terror, screaming were the words I think of when it comes to the "potty". Just as a single girl looking to land the perfect guy, who get countless of tips on how to dress, how to laugh, where to go...I received so many tips on just how to make this three year old somehow remember in the middle of running around all day burning tens of thousands of calories to somehow remember to put his tuckus on the potty.
"Just let it happen", says one, "Let him run naked all day, says another. As if it weren't enough that my blood pressure is high just from living; now lets add heart attack every time I see what I think could be a snickers candy bar on my beige carpet! Oh well, lo and behold one day, he said, "Mommy, pee pee"! "Really?" I shouted, just like the time I heard about H&M coming to Manhattan...to my surprise, he ran to the potty sat and I watched with pride. Its been a rocky road since then, sorry for the pun, but hey, its a start.
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