
No accidents. None at all. Hooray!
He did manage to get his foot in the toilet for a little splash-around. After that, he slipped and there went his whole left arm. I think his whole body has spent some time in the toilet at this point in his life. After the whole motor-boat incident nothing phases me any more.

He still hasn't finished that #2 he started. And because he hasn't finished he has been a grumpy little boy with a tummy ache. I've tried putting a diaper back on him and putting him in his normal "#2 Zone" (The train table), but still nothing. Is he going to explode? I have nightmares about it.
He stayed up past bedtime last night because "my tummy hurts!", and man do I believe him. It has to. Daddy came home with a bag of "candy" (dried plums) and W looked at us out of the corner of his eye like, "What's going on with you two? Letting me stay up past bedtime? Forcing me to eat candy? I don't think I trust.... alright, give me the candy."

Didn't work. Any suggestions? Are laxatives our next option? I'm so sorry that this blog has turned so foul lately... I promise I'll get back to writing about more pleasant things soon.
Also, I haven't been out of the house in three days. THREE DAYS. Have you noticed how much I've been on Facebook? If only I could apply that motivation to cleaning my house.
Oh, well. Cheers to a dirty house and a diaperless boy!
2 comments:
"sigh" I'm feeling ya right now ;)
Miralax! The medicine dissolves into any liquid.
Press on. Potty training is never my specialty, but eventually they get it, even when it feels they never will. :)
I'll be entering that world again before too long.
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