Ready, aim, fire . . .

The James potty training saga continues. . .

So just as James is getting comfortable with his whole potty training regime (fully trained day and night for several weeks now - yay!), he starts to get performance anxiety. First he struggles to produce at preschool and then he has an accident while the babysitter is over. Something about wanting them to "do it" (ie. hold his whatsit down while he sits down to go) and them not knowing quite what to do. The preschool teachers inform me that it's time to teach him to do it himself, so I embark on the mission of training him to hold his own whatsit down. This is met with much resistance and takes some seriously clever Mommy manipulating to convince him that he will be such a big boy if he does it himself. The first result? A perfect arch from his little body into the radiator directly across the bathroom. The second result? Don't even ask.

Suffice it to say he is now standing to go and is thrilled to be able to "give it a shake" which he says with delight each time he does it.

Ah James, how dull our lives would be without you . . .