Here we go again! We’ve begun the potty training ritual for Aron. I have been seriously slacking in this area. I intended to start right after he turned two, buy cialis and made a sort of half-hearted attempt for a week or so, and quite frankly got lazy about it. He tinkled in the potty two times on his own but that was about it. He asks to sit on the potty sometimes, but never really goes and I just did not feel the urge to put more effort into yet(a.k.a. was too lazy.lol) . Well, now that I’m eight weeks away from delivering our third little bundle of joy, I’ve becoming increasingly anxious about the idea of having two in diapers/pull-ups again. Besides the seemingly endless amount of bottom wiping that two in diapers presents, the mere cost of it is staggering. We cloth diapered Aron for a bit when he was younger, and while I think that is a wonderful option and very cost efficient, I just got tired of it after several months, and now our diapers sit unused in the closet. I know, I know. Lazy again. I just don’t really enjoy doing laundry every single day. So, I won’t be going that route this time around.
I know that just because I’m ready for Aron to be potty trained, that doesn’t mean he will comply willingly and he may not necessarily be fully trained before our newest addition arrives. I also realize that even if he does take to it, he may regress once baby makes three. I still want to try. So, starting this week, we are breaking out the sticker charts, the M & Ms, and carting ourselves to the potty every 30-45 minutes to see what happens! I’ve got a small basket of books in the bathroom to help entertain Aron long enough to sit for more than two seconds, and I’m always prepared with an arsenal of silly songs to sing. Who would have ever thought that I would spend my time sitting in a bathroom floor singing “Down By the Bay?” That’s right up there with picking up a child and sniffing their bottom to see if they have made a present for me. Oh, the joys of motherhood. Wish me luck!