So. The pull-ups have run out. I have not purchased anymore. This means I am doing lots and lots of laundry. Some of it super disgusting. Sigh. I am doing all the tricks, candy, running, praising, scolding, standing on my head, you get the idea. We might have had a breakthrough in the last few days. He starting to urinate most of the time when I put him on the potty. He still does it in his underpants in between as well, but less often. That's good, right? It came at kind of a high cost. He comes out of the bathroom having pottied successfully and says hopefully,"Good boy? Me, is a good boy?" His big blues eyes begging, literally begging for my approval, the jelly bean is just a bonus. Apparently all the negative feedback has been a little rough on him. Why yes, that loud cracking sound you hear is my heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He has taken to hiding soiled or wet underpants in lots of helpful places and today he hid his whole self after an accident he couldn't hide. Am worst. mother. ever. I don't think I've been all that over the top with the accident talk. We talk about how it is gross and yucky and big boys go in the potty but my little free spirit is feeling a little bruised. And it's all my fault. Dear universe, please make this over soon, please, please, please? For now, I am taking him to the zoo, it's his favorite place. I will pack lots of underpants. And buy him a snow cone.
*Mom- I love you, but you are not allowed to comment on this post due to your completely unrealistic view of the subject matter. Kisses.