I was all ready to write an enthusiastic post about Margot peeing on the potty this morning but then my internet (and cable and phone service) was out for the entire day and I was forced, by the universe no doubt (or at least as interpreted by my BFF) to take a little internet vacation.
And I should have known better than to plan a post about success in potty training because apparently the peeing in the potty because Mommy was doing it at the same time was a one-time thing.
But earlier this evening, she handed me piece of her crap.
And she's right. That is much more interesting to hear about than a little piss in a tiny plastic potty.
That right there? Is the exact reason I will give when people ask me why Harrison isn't potty trained.
I am not even considering it until next summer. Unless someone else does it for me.
Posted by: Issa | September 20, 2010 at 03:30 PM
Nice! I'm getting a glimpse of what I'm in for soon.
Posted by: Lanay | September 20, 2010 at 01:43 PM
So funny!!!
Oh god, I'm in the middle of potty training my son too and a guy friend recently asked if he had started playing with his poop, and I was all "no, it's been a battle just getting him to sit on the toilet, do I need to worry about his hands in poop?" and he was all "um, yea, it's what boys do, they smear their poop on the walls." So apparently, pretty soon, my son is going to act like he's in prison. great.
Posted by: Tonya | September 20, 2010 at 12:10 AM
I'm in the midst of potty training my 2 and a half year old. My older son was a piece of cake. This one is elven and mischievous and a pain in my effing butt. This morning, as he removed his own pull-up, the ginormous turd he was housing plopped right onto the floor. And that's how my day started.
Posted by: Kami | September 18, 2010 at 02:46 PM
Oh my!!!! ;o)
Posted by: Kylah | September 18, 2010 at 11:19 AM
That's hilarious.
The first day of potty training my twin girls was a total nightmare. They peed EVERYWHERE except tne potty. They even peed on the cover of the Bear in the Blue House Tutter Goes Potty video tape I'd bought optimistically. (If that doesn't say, "Piss on this," I don't know what does.)
Also, the other day, my 5 year-old son called out from the bathroom, "You know, I don't know what my poop feels like."
Good. Let's not find out, ok?
Posted by: Just Jess | September 18, 2010 at 09:28 AM
After seeing you deal with all the crap that can come with running a household/working/parenting, I guess she figured one more piece of crap wouldn't hurt.
Posted by: Angela | September 18, 2010 at 04:14 AM