Yesterday, Day 4 of potty training went something like this:
"Owen, tell me if you have to go!"
Repeat 467 times.
This is appointment week for us again. Which was an entirely stupid thing to do the week leading up to Christmas. Note to self: No doctor appointments during December - so nobody better get sick next year!
Day 4 of potty training meant that we needed to take the potty with us. This was Owen's first foray out into the world (besides seeing Santa) in just underwear. So, armed with 3 pairs of pants, 10 pairs of underwear, a towel, a roll of paper towels, disinfectant spray, wipes, and a water bottle, we set out.
First stop was Jordan's pair of appointments that are set back-to-back in a nice little clinic in Loveland. I went in first to speak with the doctor, while Jordan stayed in the car with the kids and they watched Santa Clause. Owen sat on his potty chair, which was situated on the floor, between the seats. I was inside for about 8 minutes. I came out, and switched with Jordan. He went in and I checked on Owen. No pee!
Add in three more stops and a trip into Kohl's He did pee in the potty twice. I dumped it (discreetly) into the bushes in the parking lot, and gave it a rinse with a squirt from the water bottle. Easy! He also went once on the big potty in the bathroom at Kohl's. That was *fun*. I did not have enough hands to prop him up and keep Colin from touching every yucky surface imaginable in that bathroom. I wanted to bathe them and myself with Lysol after it was all over.
It is probably not the best idea to incorporate errands into the potty-training schedule, but sometimes it can't be helped.
For the next few weeks the potty and extra supplies will be constant companions every time we leave the house. Oh how I look forward to the days when the diaper bag and the potty chair and so on and so forth are a thing of the past. And then, when I reach those days, I will miss this age. You can never win.
Add in three more stops and a trip into Kohl's He did pee in the potty twice. I dumped it (discreetly) into the bushes in the parking lot, and gave it a rinse with a squirt from the water bottle. Easy! He also went once on the big potty in the bathroom at Kohl's. That was *fun*. I did not have enough hands to prop him up and keep Colin from touching every yucky surface imaginable in that bathroom. I wanted to bathe them and myself with Lysol after it was all over.
It is probably not the best idea to incorporate errands into the potty-training schedule, but sometimes it can't be helped.
For the next few weeks the potty and extra supplies will be constant companions every time we leave the house. Oh how I look forward to the days when the diaper bag and the potty chair and so on and so forth are a thing of the past. And then, when I reach those days, I will miss this age. You can never win.
