When I started blogging, I swore to myself that there was ONE thing that I wouldn't talk about, and that was anything of the bathroom nature. I didn't want to be THAT mom who was constantly talking about her child's bathroom habits. Aside from the time I told you about drinking from a disgusting cup, I have kept to that.
Until now. But really, this post is not about the potty, but about my friend Sarah's magic toilet. No, really, Sarah has a magic toilet. Before Tommy was born, Luke was about 75% potty trained. We were really rolling. After Tommy was born, he did well for awhile, and then he regressed. I didn't sweat it too much because I've heard that's normal, but I have to admit that it was frustrating to have him say, "No, I go in my DIAPER," when I knew he was fully capable of going on the potty.
This went on for weeks, until one day when we went to Sarah's to play with Asher. Luke disappeared, and I thought I should probably go see what trouble he was causing. I walked into the bathroom to find him with pants and pull up off, sitting on the toilet. He proudly said, "I go peepee on Asher's potty!" From that point on, Luke has peed on the potty EVERY SINGLE TIME. Seriously, every single time.
However, he still continued to poop in his pull up and would refuse to do otherwise. Until last Friday, when we went to Sarah's house. Luke again disappeared, and when he reappeared, he announced to me that he pooped on the potty. I checked, and he had. And since then? EVERY.SINGLE.TIME.
When Tommy turns two, we're going to Sarah's house armed with nothing but a pair of underwear and some candy rewards (okay, probably just underwear because if I know Sarah, she'll have candy in the house already). And in the meantime? I'm pretty sure Sarah needs to think about renting out that magic toilet to all those desperate potty training mothers out there.