Adventures in Potty Training

[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"][fusion_text]Ah, the perils of raising children: teaching your children how to eat like proper human beings not like wolves, training your 5 year old son to keep his hands out of his pants (at least in public), trying (without much success) to make it to preschool on time, lunch packed, gloves on, without breaking a sweat, and at the top of my list of hazardous parenting duties is potty training.  Anyone who’s tried to potty train a child has probably also failed at potty training.  It’s a battle, ultimately won only out of sheer determination never to change another diaper—that battle is raging in our home as we speak.  My son was easy: he understood the concept, accepted the change, and got it done quickly.  Upon the amazing advice given to me by a client who’d raised 5 children, he happily went “naked nudey” for three straight days as he tried to break the diaper habit.  Although we were housebound hermits, we did it.  He did it. Potty trained and he only had one accident, ever.  He was a champ and made me, a first time mom, think “what’s the big deal…that was so easy.”  Yea, I was wrong. I was oh-so-wrong.  Queue baby number two, a strong-willed, force of a daughter who wants to wear those pretty underpants but has no interest in keeping them clean. I might as well get a puppy over here…it’s chaos in its cutest form. Thanks to the encouragement of my nanny Angela, who I might add has the patience of a saint and is as supportive of my children as they come; we’ve survived three days in underpants. There have been a few causalities: the sad loss of Charli’s favorite pink Tinker Bell panties yesterday “on accident,” but we are on our way to being a diaper-free home for the first time in 5.5 years! We will try, we will fail, and we’ll just keep trying until we win this fight. So, to all those parents and nannies out there who are struggling with the task of house training a child, you are not alone. Keep your head up and keep a close eye on those little ones as not to hear “Mama, I pooped in Tinker Bell” yourselves.  You can do it![/fusion_text][/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]