Potty Training

In my naivete, I imagined that once we were able to get Gregory to go potty on the toilet, he would, you know, go potty on the toilet.

What a silly, silly man I am.

First, the good news: Gregory usually insists on going number two on the toilet. (That's not to say, of course, that he's always successful, but it's a good start.)

Now the bad: he won't get his number one anywhere near that toilet. He's got some serious number one issues.

Sometimes he uses it as payback. "Oh, you think you're going to put me in time out, now do you?" -pulls down pants and pees all over the time out corner- "Well, there. How ya like them apples?"

Other times he uses it to mark his territory. He'll run down stairs to the play room and pee around his Thomas the tank engine train table, and then give Emmie Jane the don't-touch-the-trains-you-poo-poo-head look.

For a while, bribes would work. We would offer him candy--"potty candy"--if he went on the potty. Occassionally that works. But I think he's waiting for us to up the ante from three m-and-m's to, you know, a potty hot fudge sundae or something.

I suppose we should count our blessings. We now buy diapers for him just for when he sleeps--a huge savings in money. And at least we don't have twins. Like this guy.

Addendum: Meaghan just read what I wrote above and told me I'm exaggerating a bit. She says he's potty trained for the most part and has only occasional accidents. Maybe she's right, but when he takes the time to point out to Meaghan that he peed on both sides of the train table, it's easy to think it's not really an accident.