My boy should be potty-trained by now. He's almost 3. However, he ain't havin' it.
We've put bad guys (broken crackers) in the potty, and told him to "shoot" the bad guys. That didn't go well. Lots of TT and toddler spit all over the potty as he used his hands for guns instead of my weapon of choice.
This morning, I was changing his diaper. It was a dirty one and I had just gotten him all cleaned up, and I notice that he's looking at me with the sweetest look I have ever seen. It was like he was in love, and I was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. He was staring at me, for several seconds.
I smiled, and touched his sweet cornsilk hair, and said something sweet to him in my most loving, gentle, mom-of-the-year voice. He grinned a little grin, and I noticed that that little stinker was peeing all over himself. No diaper, just open air. All over the changing table, and his shirt. So much for that mommy love I thought he was feeling.
