Potty Training

We began potty training on Friday using a system called Three Day Potty Training which had come highly recommended from two friends of mine.  Both assured me that their sons were potty trained within three days and that the system was nearly fool proof.

Well, friends, this particular fool has proved them wrong!  After 4 days and one successful pee-pee in the potty and 2 dozen accidents and another 2 dozen freakouts over sitting on the potty, we've decided to give it a rest.

Poor Conor practically refuses to even walk by the bathroom now and my once happy and cheerful child has turned into a sullen, recalcitrant, clingy shadow of his former self and I think its time to call this one.

We'll try again in a few months and hopefully have more success.  Perhaps some naked time in the backyard this summer will encourage him to do his business in the potty instead of in his Lightening McQueen underroos.

Not to end on such a sad-sack note, Conor's a soccer star!  We bought him a soccer ball a few weeks ago when he could barely kick a ball and stay on his feet.  He and Morgan play a lot in the backyard and this weekend we watched him run while kicking the ball.  Quite a feat of coordination for a not quite two and half year old.

And anyway, I hear soccer stars don't NEED to pee-pee on the potty.  So we're gooood.