Potty Parity

There is a right way and a wrong way to potty train a toddler. In hindsight, Harry has spent the last few weeks announcing "pod-ee, pod-ee"...but his very tired and distracted parents could only shake their heads and ask each other "what's he saying?" Well tonight's declaration was made with authority and we finally got it. You mean "Potty?" I asked, totally incredulous that my son could even be thinking about potty training since God knows I'm not. Seemingly so relieved that someone finally understood, Harry made a dash for the bathroom...the door locked, he ran to the stairs in what seemed a search of the upstairs loo...So hey, I can be accomodating. I opened the bathroom door, if only to see what this boy would do. Then, in a brilliant act of parenting, i pulled down his pants and, yes, poop filled diaper, and put him onto the seat. Big mistake mom. Yes, curiosity was driving me. But what ensued was so messy that it merits no more digital ink. Many wet wipes and a bath followed. So tonight, I shall read Dr. Sears' chapter on potty training and listen more closely in the future. I think it's going to be a long while before we achive potty magic, but I give him credit for trying. Paul and I, however, get a big, fat "F."