the devil's in the diapers

Sooo....the potty training continues.

I have suddenly become very interested and motivated in taking Andrew to the potty

 every. half. hour.

(The biggest reason happens around 3:30 each day,

right as we are leaving to pick up Aaron.)

Because, if it were left up to Andrew,

he would never step foot in the bathroom,

except maybe to "wash" his cars in the sink,

or color the toilet with markers

or talk to me.

I keep waiting for that interest to spark in him,

something to convince him that it would be much more pleasant

for him,

if he used the potty.

But so far...

nope.

I have tried bribes:

chocolate

yogurt

chocolate covered pretzels with pink sprinkles

stickers

yogurt with cherries on top....

(seriously)

None of that seems to be working.

So then I resort to competition (and shame, sigh).

"Don't you want to wear underwear before your baby cousin?

He is potty training too!"

This method is similarly ineffective.

So I try to make it kinda exciting

and encourage him to "pee on the trees"

and "water the flowers"

when we are outside.

And he does,

but only when I remind him...

I suppose I just need to wait for that, "click"

 in his own mind?

When he decides that he is done

and ready?

But for now,

it is excuses:

"The diaper made me do it. 

The diaper made me poop.

Really! It did!"

Those naughty diapers.

 (sigh)



(eating chocolate yogurt with cherries on top...)



I'm waiting for that magical

"I'm potty-trained now, Mommy!"

 moment.

And spending lots of time in the bathroom.

It will happen someday...

right?

 (And, while Andrew is outside "watering" them,

I have been practicing taking pictures of the newly bloomed flowers in my yard.)