Since the inception of this blog, I have affectionately referred to my son as "Baby-Ko." But alas, the time has come to not only acknowledge the fact that though he is forever
my baby, he is in no way
a baby. He is a little boy.... A little boy with an infectious smile, incurable curiosity, and an ability to produce bowel moments on a moments notice.
Yup. I simply told him that I had a Buzz Lightyear motorized motorcycle that would be his in exchange of 3 poops on the potty, and I saw in his eyes a "Noooow we're talking, lady," smirk that he never gave with my lousy M&Ms and Skittles offerings. The drawn out, exhausting, and tactical negotiations that I had been dealing with for a month suddenly ceased. He threw me one last, "Holy shit, this bitch means business," look and it was game on.
Of course, I had no idea that only 2 hours later, he would have met his goal (and then some), but a deal is a deal.
Congratulations, Jonah. Drive safely.
4 comments:
can you come potty train my son?
you sound REALLY good at it.
also, he has a fantastic name. :)
Way to go, (not-so)Baby-Ko! And you too, Mom ... what a great incentive! :)
I have been potty-training Cameron (who will turn 3 in January) for almost a YEAR now. He pees and poops consistently in the potty ... if he isn't wearing pants. But the second I put anything on his lower half - underwear, Pull-Ups, you name it - it's like permission to pee or poop in them.
I don't get it.
I should try that w Joe :)
Love the story and little boy Jonah.
You need to potty train my daughter!
Funny how the kids grow out of their baby nicknames :(
Congrats Jonah!
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