Getting the house in order and making it seem more like ours rather than theirs has taken more time than expected, and it is still ongoing. Along with the house happenings we decided we would take to the task of potty training our little one. We took the approach of potty training boot camp. We were all sequestered in the house for the weekend and we were not leaving until he was trained. The plan was simple enough, we would take him to the potty on half-hour increments, scrap the diapers and put him in underwear, and he would get it......easy right. We placed potties in every bathroom to make sure we had the poop surrounded.
We started the process with cautious optimism. I figured he would get the gist of using the potty, after all he is the smartest kid in the house. We start by introducing him to the potties and showing him how big boys use them. Easy enough, he seemed to get it. No sooner than we walk out of the bathroom he poops in his new underwear. This goes for the entire weekend, he poops and pees everywhere but the potty. Until Monday, when I reached my breaking point and hap haphazardly walked by our new leather couch and ended up stabbing it, to no fault of the couch. While at dinner he says he has to poop, with excitement we rush him to the potty and he makes what he describes as play-do. I have never known shit to make a family so happy.
After the first poop he has caught on how to the use the potty like an old pro. Now every morning after he does #2 we can expect to hear what he made. Thus far, he has concocted a snake, a frog, letter 'H', and crayon. I don't' know if there is a market for his new found talent but we are hoping, so he can pay for college and help pay off the IRS.
