Mental Health Monday: Still Standing.

Potty training damn near killed me. Seriously. Who knew it was such a nightmare (and so exhausting - as shown by Max's siesta on Sunday afternoon)? Well, everyone, actually. I was warned that it is tiring, completely stressful, will drive you to drink, and make you think terrible thoughts about your child. I still had no clue.

We're just shy of the 2 week mark - 13 days to be exact. I am proud to say that Max totally gets the peeing in the potty business. He has it down, pretty much. We take him every 20 to 25 minutes, he sits down on the singing potty, looks thoughtful, looks down, makes the magic happen and then smiles at me like he just laid a golden egg. Then I cheer, and give him a chip. Then he looks at me, pees a little more, and I give him another chip. Wait a minute...I think he's playing me. But who really cares? Point is, kid is peeing in the potty - woo hoo Max!

He still has a few accidents here and there, and pooping in the potty, well, let's not get crazy now. He's done it twice by accident, but prefers to soil his pull-up before we get him up in the morning. I can live with that. I know he'll get it soon enough. I told Scott the other day that a year from now, we could be diaper free (assuming Cameron potty trains around 2 years of age). Think of the bliss! No more diapers. No more spending the equivalent of great concert tickets on landfill waste. No more diaper pail. Hey, a girl can dream, right?