Item one: Only insane people get white carpet. Absolute Ding Dongs carpet the restrooms in white carpet. We had planned to have the insanity removed by now but having children can be distracting. Kidney surgery vs. ugly stained carpet...what a choice.
Item two: Potty training isn't nearly the ordeal we imagined it to be. I read some where to just cold turkey, "throw" away the diapers. Give lots of snacks and liquids and let the rug rats figure it out but the longer you wait after 18 months the longer it will take. My mom suggested to enforce the behavior with candy. So Miss B gets one M-n-M for just running to the rest room and sitting on the toilet, she gets 2 more for actually doing what she is suppose to do while sitting there. If she plays in the toilet she doesn't get candy and gets her tushy spatted. On Tuesday(the day we started) we had 7 accidents, yesterday we had 3(and one toilet incident), Today we haven't had any (Praise God). I am not sure she fully gets it yet, but she is much closer than she was. I really feel stupid for being so afraid to try this before. We could have had this finished. I am a first time parent that is my only defence. When the other ways didn't work I just figured that she wasn't ready maybe because of her kidney problems. She sure didn't have any developmental delays I could blame. I am not ready to say she is trained but I am so proud by how good she has done so far.
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The first child is always the hardest. I remember I was afraid to take Patrick home from the hospital. After all, every time I fed him, he threw up...who knows what happened after that, because a nurse would take him away and clean him up and whatever they did. I was the oldest of 7 and had a lot of experience with kids, but if they got sick the mother got them back in a hurry. When I was trying to train him, he would always wait until I got on the phone. Back then there was always a rather short cord. I was over 8mos pregnant with Kelly, so my temper wasn't any longer than the cord. I would stand him there and we would wait. One day I reached over and smacked his little bare butt, and he went. There you go... potty trained (substantially) in one day.
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