Since Saturday I have been more vigilant in trying to get Phoenix to use the toilet. This task is one of my New Year's Resolutions and for the last 9 days I think we both have been in Hell. I don't know what to do. I have tried the bribing which worked really well with Jersey, I have tried using a timer to make sure we are going in the bathroom every 20 minutes, putting Cheerios in the toilet and saying hit those, again bribing.
On Tuesday he finally went a few sprinkles in the toilet. I thought I better reward or there is no validation to Phe. So we went to the store and he picked out a Batman toy that he had been eyeing before. So I rewarded but said that if he didn't try anymore or peed his pants that the Batman would be taken away. I, thinking I'm a genius, have the Batman on top of the fridge knowing that it will kill him to look at it and not be able to play with it. Little did I know or remember who I was dealing with a product of Mike and I two stubborn people when we don't get our way. We will find a way to get it. So now I have MISTER SPIDER MONKEY trying to get on the fridge to retrieve his beloved item. Which is funny in a sense because he was spoiled at Christmas so there must be something else he can have?
Oh the joys of motherhood. I suppose I have made this harder, because I don't really care about the toilet training but I'm tired of the cost. Mike can't we have one more and then force Phoenix to go? I know the answer but it was worth asking.
I have a poem to go with my feelings. It's a little ruff around the edges, I don't remember the rules of poem writing, but I thought I was pretty clever.
-toilet, toilet
so white and clean you like to make
this mother scream.
-the little one with no desire
to poop and pee into a hole
-can there be no other way?
then to shout and cry
when they aren't dry?
-I know this soon will pass
just like the passing of gas
-but now I can't stand tantrums
that come from losing my patience
-I have but one wish,
this would all be done
and the drama could be for another mama.
2 comments:
Ha ha, pretty funny Rhiannon. THere are no rules to poetry, and this poem is great.
Good luck!
Good stuff. Nice poem. If you're ever in the Mesa, AZ area, drop Phoenix off. My French husband will yell at him and he will go in the toilet and never look back. It's how he potty trained Sylvie-Faye. I know - totally sick, but that's how the French do it. I'm not even trying to potty train any of my kids anymore. I'm letting him do it - whatever works, right?
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