If memory serves, it only took my daughters about 6 minutes to become potty trained. My first son only took... a while, but this 3 year old teenager of mine, seems to have this idea that he's the boss of his bodily functions and what he does with them. I'm not exactly sure where he got that idea, but here we are!
I'm convinced that when Eli was born, he took a look around, assessed the situation and determined right then and there how things would be from here on out. He's what my husband I lovingly refer to as "Our Prima Donna". Is labeling your children wrong? Is giving him a label that often refers to the female lead in an opera wrong? Yes. We did it anyway. I can easily justify that for two reasons. One, it's funny. Two, he is one!
He's seriously the coolest kid in the world. He makes me laugh all the time. I adore this child. He's just slightly OCD and... well, a Prima Donna. This makes things difficult, because my husband and I don't exactly appreciate whining like most other parents, so... Often this causes my husbands teeth to be ground down ever-so-slightly, as he listens to Eli let out a blood curdling banshee cry, when he doesn't appreciate what is taking place at any given moment.
My point? Eli will be potty trained when he's darn good and ready! He is happy to oblige as long as he's going around bottomless. The problem I have with this, is that I don't like labels. I'm happy to give them to my innocent children, but I don't want one, especially the ones that include the words "trash" and "ghetto" in them.
In the end, we might have to explain to Eli's college professor that he'll have to let us know when Eli is "poopy", but at least he's happy and that's what really matters, isn't it?!
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