The good news is that the toddler is wearing training pants and actually used the little potty after breakfast. He just said, "book", begging me to pull one off the shelf for him. This is all very encouraging since thirty minutes ago I was sitting in front of him in the bathroom with my head against the wall asking myself if he would ever speak real words (rather than shooting me with a pretend gun) or be potty trained.
The bad news is that I spent another thirty minutes explaining to the eldest four children the reasoning behind creating, and enforcing a morning rountine. I'm hoping tomorrow will be an improvement.
Evening update: the bad news is that the potty training toddler never used the toilet for the rest of the day. The morning success was just a tease. After dinner, the training diaper sagged so low inside of his courduroys that his poop fell out the pants legs, onto carpet, slippers, etc...but he enjoyed a nice shower and a rub down with sweet almond oil. Last night it was a bath with olive oil. I'm hoping we'll find something to remedy his eczema and his potty issues. : )
The good news is that although all the children are in training boot camp (that means I'm really following through on every instruction I give), everyone went to bed in peace and even my teenage daughters smiled at me, hugged me and still love me. Time for bed!
