Ah the joys

So now that the dream life in France has ended, it is back to real life with all of its adventures, including those dreaded two words- Potty Training. I decided since it is still REALLY hot here and James is running around naked most of the day, that I might as well try to teach him to pee before I get out the warm winter clothes. I am tired also of him removing his stinky diapers and saying EEEEEWWWW mommy, very dramatically and throwing them across the room.
The first couple of days I felt like I was going mad, chasing him around the house with the potty chair, begging him to please please pee. When he finally did it after three days of cleaning up little puddles, I danced around the living room for awhile, and stuffed his hands as full as possible with marshmallows, emphasizing about fifty times that the reason he was getting treats was because he had peed. This is the first time I am thankful that he has such a greedy sweet tooth. Once that realization sank in, his progress has been pretty quick. He of course has a long way to go- no way is he going to bed or into public without a diaper yet, but the diaper bill is already going down a bit. that can't be bad.



I tried to distract him into peeing by putting him in front of a movie, but he gets so engrossed in the television that he has no idea what else is going on in the room, so we resorted to reading lots of books. He also needs to wear his fireman helmet that he got at the firestation the other day. Don't know why, but it is cute.