The Potty Chronicles: Confessions of a Madwoman
Originally published on June 27, 2011 I wish I could say that our potty training adventures bring out the best in me; that I approach each saga channeling my inner June Cleaver with a happy sing-song voice and dazzling smile, full of encouragement and enthusiasm that assumes nothing less than success as my darling girl beams up at me with proud little eyes. Not so. I think I more closely resemble this gal: Oh I can encourage, alright. I can coax, prod, and reason, offer up m&ms till I’m blue in the face, beg and plead...and eventually threaten and count to three while giving The Look. But at this stage of the game I’m about out of tactics.