Anyone who has attempted it can attest to the fact that potty training is a test of wills.
As you prepare to become a parent no one is ever really capable of preparing you for going tete-a-tete with a toddler. No one prepares you for the super human powers they possess. Bite sized yet not at a all fun sized when running from one end of the apartment to the other dropping a urine soaked trail along the way.
Am I hunting deer or guiding a child in proper development?
*side note*
As I am typing this away and thinking back to the enormous amount of frustration over the last few weeks the wee one walks quietly over to her potty training chair and proceeds to utilize it properly rather than using it to scale countertops.
At this point I am filled with incredible pride and worry. Proud that she finally did it (lets sound some trumpets people, this is a big deal) and worry as I realize it's not just a joke, I have indeed given birth to someone as equally frustrating and lovable as her father.
Luckily our oldest is dyed in the exact wool as her mother and together we will have to stand firm in this fight against hard headedness and sanity.
So for today the count is Mom 1 - Mini Monster - 0 (honorary 1 for having actually poopied in the potty).
Motherhood is the only place where begging for fecal movement is considered part of your job!
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