No More Diapers!!!!!
I am happy to report that for the first time in over nine years I have NOT had to buy diapers!!!!!! Do you realize the significance of this? For over nine years I have had at least one kids in diapers, at one point I think I had two in diapers and one in pull-ups.And you guessed it that means John and Sarah are potty trained!!!!! Well mostly potty trained, getting closer to 100% everyday.
Grandma Sue is to thank for Sarah's success and Paul is to thank for John's success. I could write volumes about the process but I will spare you all the details and suffice it to say, I know longer dread cleaning up puddles on the floor, the couch, or cleaning poop out of underwear. It is just not a big deal.
The funniest thing happened today: Shortly after we got home from picking John up at preschool, I told John and Sarah it was time to go potty. They both tromped off to use the toilet while I finished my lunch. A few seconds later I hear John tinkling in the toilet and see Sarah walking back in the kitchen mumbling something with a tone of disgust. She had to repeat herself several times before I could understand. She had been saying, "John went pee-pee on my shirt!" What? Sure enough there were wet spots on her shirt and pants too. As I walked to the bathroom I imagined finding little boy water works all over the bathroom, but thankfully I found just a few dribbles. As I was helping John finish up and wipe up the dribbles I hear Sarah say in a very authoritative voice, "John, I'm not a toilet! Don't pee-pee on my shirt!" John's response was something along the lines of, "Huh? What? I don't know what you are talking about."
Awhile back I posted that I would gladly pay someone to potty train my kiddos. I intend to make good on this offer but Grandma Sue and Paul your payment will be a bit delayed. Payment will be made as soon as my laundry bill returns to normal and when I no longer have to keep a large supply of Lysol wipes handy.
Grandma Sue is to thank for Sarah's success and Paul is to thank for John's success. I could write volumes about the process but I will spare you all the details and suffice it to say, I know longer dread cleaning up puddles on the floor, the couch, or cleaning poop out of underwear. It is just not a big deal.
The funniest thing happened today: Shortly after we got home from picking John up at preschool, I told John and Sarah it was time to go potty. They both tromped off to use the toilet while I finished my lunch. A few seconds later I hear John tinkling in the toilet and see Sarah walking back in the kitchen mumbling something with a tone of disgust. She had to repeat herself several times before I could understand. She had been saying, "John went pee-pee on my shirt!" What? Sure enough there were wet spots on her shirt and pants too. As I walked to the bathroom I imagined finding little boy water works all over the bathroom, but thankfully I found just a few dribbles. As I was helping John finish up and wipe up the dribbles I hear Sarah say in a very authoritative voice, "John, I'm not a toilet! Don't pee-pee on my shirt!" John's response was something along the lines of, "Huh? What? I don't know what you are talking about."
Awhile back I posted that I would gladly pay someone to potty train my kiddos. I intend to make good on this offer but Grandma Sue and Paul your payment will be a bit delayed. Payment will be made as soon as my laundry bill returns to normal and when I no longer have to keep a large supply of Lysol wipes handy.
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Good job Sarah and John!
That is a great idea to get a pedicure.