After several toy cars, one $20 potato head, many threats to take the $20 potato head away, and three cold showers, William is finally potty trained! I honestly thought it wouldn't happened. It was beocoming one of the hopes that you know is true but start to believe that--although it will eventually happen--in all likelihood it probably won't happen in your life--kind of like the Millenium, which is when I was beginning to think William becoming potty trained was going to happen. Or maybe on his mission. Anyway, the miracle has occurred--much earlier than expected.
Last night when William was going to bed, he tried to get me to stay in his room. I explained that Mommy needed me to sleep in her bed, so I couldn't stay with him. He didn't relent. I finally asked: "William, why do you need me to stay with you?" "Because you're my husband!" he emphatically replied.
5 comments:
Congratulations! I loved your analogy to the waiting for the Millenium vs. waiting for William to be potty-trained. Ha ha ha!
All right! OK, does this include #2? That was our big hurdle with one of our sons, who shall remain nameless but whose name begins with E.
It does include #2(which was a hurdle for us too). The hurdle that we now face is having him pull up his underwear: he has to master this in order to go to preschool. Given that this is the child who only a few months ago learned how to drink from a straw (Walker learned one month later), that's going to be a tough one.
I sure hope Bradley won't take as long as waiting for the millenium. I don't think I could change THAT many diapers for so long.
Given that this is the child who only a few months ago learned how to drink from a straw (Walker learned one month later)
classic.
Glad you didn't have to wait for his mission. That might've affected where he was sent.
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