We started potty-training E over the Memorial Day long weekend. This is going to be a long and arduous process, fraught with many, many, many, many, many loads of laundry. This weekend alone, we ran over 13 loads of laundry (which included one t-shirt that Grandma brought back from China and promptly turned all of E's sheets into a mottled pink color).
We wanted to start the potty-training earlier, but my second pregnancy waylaid our plans. I wish we had had more fortitude at the time and just forged on when we had originally planned. At 18 months, we would have been potty-training a much less willful and stubborn creature.
The other challenge we are facing is that stand-alone potty seats are really too small for a 3 year-old, but a toilet ring on a regular toilet is still a bit intimidating. E looks either like a Lilliputian or Brobdignagian depending on which toilet he's on.
But he seems to be making some progress; today he only had accidents upon waking in the morning and after his nap. If anyone has any tips on how to get past the bed-wetting, let me know, thanks!
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