So, the Hound now pulls off his diaper whenever it’s either wet or stinky. And yesterday, I could swea I heard him say “Poopy coming,” right before he farted. When I asked him if he wanted to sit on the potty like the big kids, he said “Yeah.” The signs are obvious, and I can no longer ignore them, no matter how much I long to.
Potty training is imminent. Much as I’d like to avoid it for the next nine months or so, or the next nine years if I didn’t mind having an 11 y/o in diapers, it’s time. Potty training will commence soon.
Today? No, I like to start at the beginning of the day. Tomorrow? No, we’re going out in the morning. Saturday? No, it’s the weekend. Monday? No, I hate mondays. Soon. Really. I promise.
