We had an utterly disasterus day spent at the potty.
Full of tears, hugs, encouragement, and meltdowns.
To celebrate our success, our failure, our many attempts, we did something delicious. We DQ’d it.
We dressed in our pajamas, and headed to the park.
Something about that smooth, creamy yumminess makes even the worst of days forgettable.
We savored every last little drip.
Enjoyed some Rock and Roll, danced, and enjoyed the summer evening.
It was an awesome distraction.
And the best part about it, we left the big boy underwear at home.
Better Luck next time, until then, many more contributions to the landfill and one happy toddler.
I hear boys are harder to potty train. What I do know it's not worth the aggravation if he is not ready. That time will come.
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
Love ya, Aunt Cindy