So, a couple of weeks ago, I bought Carter a potty chair. C kind of thought I was crazy but I figure it's never really too early for a kid to start learning. So, I told my sitter about his sometimes-dry morning diapers and she encouraged me to let him sit on his potty. I did and he peed. We successfully did that 2 or three times- once after a nap, even. Each time we cheered and danced and then I poured it in the toilet and let him flush while we said, "Bye bye, tee-tee!"
Then, this morning. Things started off well, but he wasn't really on the seat good and he was kind of trickling out of the reservoir. So, I readjusted him. Then, he dropped his plastic ball in between his legs. Then he tried to retrieve it and each time I said "No baby, you can't have your ball...." (because it's covered in pee but I don't want to tell you it's dirty because I don't want you to think pee is a bad thing). So, he got up and went and plopped down against the tub and cried. And peed. All over my bath mat.
I knew things were going too well.... Monday's sometimes just start in the pisser.
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