But, dang it, I don't want to change any diapers for Christmas.
|Queen Eleanor on a different type of throne.|
Yesterday I had Relief Society for several hours. Marco was home with the kids: an Ariana who needed to do her homework, an Ike who was sick with croup, and an Eleanor who was potty training. I left without making dinner for anyone. This morning, when he woke up, Marco looked like he needed to go back to bed. Sorry Marco.
So far, Elle is really motivated by getting a little piece of candy each time she sits on the potty. You know, I had read about that helping kids but, before this week, I had never experienced it. Maybe she actually will be potty trained by Christmas? Maybe I will work for less than a year to get her out of diapers!?
One can only hope.
And I'm hoping. A lot.
*It should be noted for posterity's sake that midway through this post I had to stop typing because an accident needed to be cleaned up.