Another day of potty training, another pair of Dora underpants with poop in them.
(How gross would it be if I posted a picture of that? Ick.)
On a much happier note, Ian peed in the potty yesterday. He was standing up and everything. We clapped and yelled and cheered. It was lovely.
Stickers work for Claudia. Candy works for Ian.
He wanted circle candy. The kind that Grandpa got for him. I assumed he meant Hershey’s Kisses. The bottom is a circle and when we were in Tampa earlier this month, my Dad was bribing The Squad to drink milk by offering them Hershey’s Kisses.
I gave Ian a chocolate kiss and he totally lost his mind.
NO! THE CIRCLE KIND LIKE GRANDPA GIVED ME!
The freakshow wanted gelt.
Maybe a year and a half ago my father gave my children some gelt. I don’t even know how he remembered it. He is only three years old. I’m guessing he wasn’t even two yet the last time he had gelt.
Plus, it tastes pretty gross.
My boy, who knows almost nothing about any religion is after Chanukah candy in the middle of July.
Grocery shopping today is going to rule.
You know. As strange as it is, if it works I’ll do it. I am beginning to get desperate with this whole potty training thing. School starts in September and I just know that Ian is going to be the only kid in his class still wearing pull ups.
Except maybe his sister. She is doing a great job with the peeing, but the pooping isn’t going as well. I know if she ever gets constipated all I will have to do is put her in a pair of Dora the Explorer underpants and within 15 minutes Dora and Boots will be befouled.
I guess that is something.
Okay, we’re off to the store to buy bananas, gelt, pull ups and beer. Lots and lots of beer.