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The Challenge

I was on the computer when I heard some little feet walk up next to me. "Mama, potty!"

"ok, just a minute." I said, with my head still staring at the screen. Then I heard a puddle forming on the kitchen floor, close to where my feet were. My peripheral vision had failed me, or I was really engrossed in my e-mail... Charlie was standing next me, TOTALLY naked. No clothes, no diaper, asking me to help him go potty. And I missed my chance. Dang it.

He's been talking about the potty lately. Asking to watch "Potty Power". Wanting to sit on the potty chair, or the toilet. I guess it's time. I bought a box of pull ups today, and I wondered to myself if it was possible to potty train Charlie only using 1 box of pull ups. Max finally figured it out the week before Mother's Day. My birthday is coming up... could this be the best birthday present ever? To answer my own question, yes. If it it actually happens, it would be the best birthday ever! (Do I like to ask myself questions? Yes, I do. Sorry, inside joke between Aaron and me.)

So that's the challenge. To potty train Charlie using 1 box of pull ups (I bought the big box from Costco) by March 1st. I'll keep you posted on our progress.

And, for all the mom's out there with children under the age of 3, you have to read my friend's post titled "To Spank or Not to Spank....and a Black and White Pussy". It's clean, I promise.

Comments

rabidrunner said…
I feel so validated! And special! You can do it with 1 box of pull-ups, just keep 'em in undies and wash more! I have faith in you... you can do it.
Mrs. McDreamy said…
That is exciting stuff! How old is Charlie again? Anyway, good luck! And thanks for the link. Rabid Runner is witty, I love it! I had read the article about the spanking and just thought, good thing I don't live in CA!
Anonymous said…
WOW, go Charlie!!
Grandma Jojo said…
I can feel the UPS truck, stopping at your house with a package for Charlie. What could it be? hmmmmmm
Tiffany said…
Hey - I read that blog that you mentioned about spanking - that is nuts. I am so glad she got to the bottom of "The Sally" having no children. That is the way I feel about politicians passing education bills who have never taught before. blah. They don't know what in the world they are doing.

Good luck with the potty training, pass on any tips. How old is Charlie? I don't know when to start with my max.

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