Let's just start off by saying I knew this was going to be hard. It was hard with my daughter, and I have no idea what I'm doing with my son.
Potty training sucks.
I have no idea on how to train a boy. He won't stand up and will only sit on the potty with his legs so wide apart he looks like he's training for the 2024 Olympic gymnastics team. The one thing I do know is this:
legs spread wide = hips being raised = peeing device being raised = ever so patient Mom, who sits on the floor singing Wiggles songs ad nauseum, gets covered in pee.
And, it usually happens 5 minutes before heading out the door. (I may or may not have left the house with teeny tiny pee spots on my shirt this morning). Don't judge.
I know so little about training a boy, that I've had to ask questions of my husband about what I can do and shouldn't do (I don't want to hurt the poor boy, and I am looking for what I'm missing....). I am met with strange looks from hubby, strange enough that I want to throw a roll of toilet paper at him (or at least sit him in front of the line of fire...)
With all of this aggravation, there is still a cheer of victory every time he does pee, and the gummy bears taste oh so good! Now with the introduction of licorice as a "poo" treat, I'm afraid potty training isn't only going to turn a few hairs white, it's going to add inches to my hips.
If I never see another diaper again, I'm willing to sacrifice my rock star hips, 'cause I'm a good Mom like that.