Potty Training

I'm dedicating this post to potty training. Because I hate it! If you are feeling mislead, having believed that this website is about a budding author's experiences--you are correct. Simply put, in attempt to write on my blog more frequently, I've decided to write about my life experiences. 

House training my puppy was a piece of cake. The day after we adopted Lulu, I saw her sniff around my carpet and assume the position. I picked up the little white fur ball, ran out the front door, and plopped her in the grass. "Go potty," I said. And she did.

The puppy training technique doesn't work with my son. He assumes the position-- standing next to the coffee table. I rip off his pants, set the potty chair behind him, and plop him onto it. "Go potty," I say. And he clenches.  

Now I'm not afraid to bribe a kid for a good cause. My son has earned everything from stickers to marshmallow santas for going #1. He's got the #1 thing down pat. But we need a bigger prize for #2. So I took my little guy to Target and we picked out several cheaper,yet awesome, toys he can choose from after he goes poop on the potty. Plan backfired. Apparently, a just-turned-three year old doesn't have the cognitive capability to plan for the future and wait in the meantime. He wants his cars NOW. I have a college degree. I should've known this. 

It breaks my heart when the innocent child looks at me with those clear blue eyes, thru a sheen of tears, and says. "Mommy, where is my new car I got at Target?" I cheerfully explain again and again that he can have it after he goes poop on the potty. But he just doesn't get it. Should I just give him the cars and try plan B with the potty training? (By the way, have yet to think up plan B)

Proverbs 22:6 Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.  (tee hee:))