“I big boy Mom”
That’s what my 2 year old Little Monkey told me when we were on the boat.
“I a big boy”, he told me again, his chest puffed up with pride over his real Batman fishing pole that he was gripping tightly in his chubby little fists, the line dangling into the water and visions of the fish he might catch with Daddy practically shining through those deep green-brown eyes.
So, I looked at him and said: “Are you a big boy who’s ready to start potty training? Going potty using the toilet like Daddy and Mommy and Sister?”
His face got very serious, the wheels turning in his head, I swear that I could see the thoughts forming behind those dark eyes, swirling around, being given such serious consideration.
He looked at me very solemnly and nodded, Yes.
Then, he looked at Nate and proclaimed with the biggest grin ever: “Dad, I’m going on the Potty Train!!!”
So, starting Monday we are going to jump on the potty train. (that’s the plan at least)
Are you a mom of a boy? I beseech you, share your potty train secrets, tips, tricks, bribery attempts, whatever. I am in need and I am open to all suggestions!
Princess just decided at 2 1/2 that she wanted to be potty trained and she was. She put on panties that day and never looked back. I know, you can hate me later
Please, share your thoughts, stories and ideas because I am completely clueless.
