Stan and I have finally taken the plunge (so to speak) and got our act together when it comes to potty training. We were making the whole thing way to easy on Noah: pull-ups when we went out, cleaning him ASAP when he had an accident. As Grandma Reade pointed out to me on Thursday night, we took away all of the consequences and expected results. Ugh. This parenting thing takes way too much work.
After my pep talk from Reade, I kicked myself in the ass and started on Friday. We made a chart for Noah. Every time he goes to the bathroom he gets a smiley face and a treat. He needs to stay dry for seven days and then he gets the mega prize: Sponge Bob Legos.
One day dry, six more to go.
Awesome.
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Oops, that was me, MaReade, speaking. Forgot to add my name.
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