Loyal readers will remember that I recently wrote about
learning to use the restroom. Well, the process is going swimmingly. The only problem is that I did not deem it a "journey". Everything is a journey nowadays, from weight loss to education to quitting smoking. Potty training is certainly deserving of the moniker as well. Plus, people like to read about journeys and I am now vested in increasing the sorry readership of this blog.
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| This does not even include all the times I go at school. |
As for my journey: the stickers are beginning to overlap and freeze-dried mangoes have been added to the treat container, so, the epitome of success. I am the Golden State Warriors of potty training. (sorry, dad insists on sports analogies even though they are unnecessary and alienating for a portion of the readership).
Speaking of dad, I would be remiss to not mention his absurd attempt at tagging along on my potty training journey. You may remember from my previous post that he mentioned he wanted his own sticker chart. Well, some friends (read: enablers) of his brought this absurdity to fruition:
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| I have to admit I am a tad jealous of his sticker selection. |
Needless to say, this made dad downright giddy. I caught him putting stickers on and giggling to himself this morning.
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| Way to go on the straight lines...lame. |
Of course he is not even tracking correctly. Five
total stickers? Once he starts "pounding brews" he is in there five times an hour. He will get over this soon enough...I hope.
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Crosby Jane Proctor is a two year old and a frequent contributing blogger to www.proctorstype.com
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