I wonder if I should count four in the morning as sleeping all night. Owen got into bed with me and he needed comfort. He squished into me, wanting to put his head on my head. I had to move him. Luckily, he fell back asleep. The potty train is going amazing. The one, two, cha cha cha success is happening all the time. He’s found a new love for toilet paper. This is great in its own right. But I can see where I will have to watch him with it. The thrill of tearing the paper off and putting it in the toilet is very exciting to him. He likes to tear off little tiny pieces, dropping them into the abyss, laughing as he does it. The hard part for me is convincing him not to put his hands down in “de water”. Nightmares surface from when I was in kindergarten and the toilets made an overwhelming monster sound that one time erupted, sending water throughout the classroom. I hope that I can convince him that is not the water he wants to be involved in. Nothing like facing a forty year fear of toilets as your child sticks his hand in the bowl, flinging it around. Today I laugh at the moment. In the moment I wanted to cry, run out of the room, and hide under the bed. Instead he got his bath. The toilet is something I never even wanted to talk about, ever, but it seems like potty is all I’ve talked about for years now. I’m thankful we are at this stage. I’m thankful that he is growing. And I’m thankful that he is making progress every day. Some days I have to remind myself of where we’ve come from, so I can keep concentrating on where we are heading. Life can get complicated, but remember one day at a time and you are not alone. Take a moment to reflect on where you have come from and where you want to be. Make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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