I figured I would start potty-training Adam last week. Because, you know, I haven't done that yet. I just had a baby, get off my back! Well, that was my excuse last year, it's not my fault that time passes so quickly. Really, I blame Plain Jane. I couldn't let all those free diapers go to waste! Can you believe we STILL haven't finished them all? Three months supply my ass. It's been six months and I just opened the last case. Don't they say not to attempt it during holidays? Or in winter or something? Shut up, I know there's a good reason deep down somewhere.
Anyway, my potty-training preparation consisted of purchasing a package of pull-ups and washing the Diego underwear Santa so kindly brought, oh, five months ago.
And that was about it.
Adam asked to wear the underpants on Thursday and he's pretty much been using the toilet ever since. He even wipes himself and washes his hands thoroughly. I pretty much haven't had to do a thing which is exactly how my lazy soul likes it.
The key to successful potty training? Wait until your kid gets tired of waiting on you to show him. He'll get it eventually, why knock yourself out?
Now, who's going to take the pacifier away from him?
Day One Hundred Eighty-Eight
13 hours ago