Even though, as my kids continually point out, my hair is graying, I have been able to take some solace in the fact that I still have a toddler in diapers, Ryan (2 1/2). As demented as it sounds a poopy diaper somehow makes me feel younger. Gives me something in common with these young couples just having their first kids.
But the past couple of days Ryan threatened my tenuous grasp on youth; he started potty training.
Although he had figured out how to stand at the toilet like his older brother, he just doesn't get the concept of sitting down and leaving a deposit.
So today when he ran away, while in his underwear, to do his business in his pants he crossed the line. The tidy whities went back into storage and Ryan is sporting huggies again.
So here is the irony. We are way to old to chase this kid around like the young couples do, trying out all the new fangled potty training strategies. So instead I will just change an occasional diaper over the next few months and day dream about my thick, dark brown hair.
3 comments:
You know, I'm just thankful that underwear are cheap! Target has the mega-paks and that's what I did with a few of the boys. (Just pitch it) and they learn Really Quick that they didn't like it in their pants... did you try bribery?
Looks like your sister just volunteered to come over and clean up all the poop:)
funny how you are hanging on to the diapers and I had had enough after the first month. I wonder if I'll ever be in your shoes. I don't know, I hate poopy diapers almost as much as puke.
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