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March 11, 2005
Potty training is going almost unbelievably well, and by "unbelievably" I mean that I keep expecting Zeke to give up on the whole thing and start peeing in his underpants again. But so far, it's been a smashing success. For the first three days of "Potty Training Boot Camp," we did not leave the house. Well, I left the house. Once. Wednesday night, to go to the grocery store. But Zeke stayed in, because I was too scared to take him out in public in underpants, but I felt it would be a major step backwards to put him in pull-ups again.
Thursday we actually left the house. It was scary. Zeke peed in the potty before we left. During the half-hour drive to Keith's workplace, I managed to keep from asking him, "Zeke, are you still clean and dry?" more than, oh, seven or eight times. Ten tops. Then we drove to COSI.
After checking in at COSI, the first stop we made was the bathrooms, where I found to my dismay that they don't have any child-sized toilets. Zeke was too afraid of falling in to sit down, so he stood up and peed and then we went upstairs to "Kidspace", which is the big toddler/preschooler playroom.
I chickened out and took the kids home after only an hour because I was worried that Zeke would have an accident due to the fact that he was scared to sit on the big potty. I made three wrong turns getting back onto the interstate and cursed out a very large percentage of the other drivers on the road. "LISTEN, JACKASSES," I wanted to scream, "I HAVE A SMALL CHILD IN THE BACKSEAT WHO HAS NOT POOPED ALL MORNING AND WE HAVE TO GET HOME NOW NOW NOW, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
We made it home and Zeke was still clean and dry. Then he did his business on his little potty seat before nap, and we all had a nice, well-deserved afternoon siesta.
Incidentally, for those of you keeping track, so far we have not had any overnight accidents, and I am pleased to report that today Zeke actually woke up from his nap just to tell me that he had to go to the potty. (Well, okay, he didn't actually say anything, he just stumbled bleary-eyed into the bathroom and looked at me expectantly. But I think it counts.)
If we all survive this experience it will be some kind of minor miracle.
Posted by Jan at March 11, 2005 3:10 PM