This was our house this weekend.
"Landon, it's time to go potty!"
"Momma, I-not-eed to go potty"
"Landon, come on!" Sighing loudly, "Your wearing big boy underwear and you don't want to have an accident!"
"Ok, Momma but-give me five minutes!" With a hand giving me five
"Five minutes, geez-louise. That's a lot of time. How about I give you one minute?" I ask, humoring myself.
"No, five minutes!" He tells me with an authoritative tone.
"Do you know how long five minutes is?" I ask pensively - If he knows it's all over.
"Yes, starting now - five minutes!"
A silence fills the house and a minute passes by.
"Times-up. Hats five minutes, Momma!"
He ran to the bathroom willingly and excited - Whoo Hoo!
Five minutes - this happened every thirty minutes. The trials of potty training, but I am happy to report that our training session was awesome - Landon did great!
No accidents, granted I took him to the potty every thirty minutes and we didn't leave the house and when we did I put on a pull-up because I have not quite-figured out how I am going to maneuver a dirty public restroom - the horror.
I asked HUBS what he thought and he just cringed. I thought if maybe Landon could just stand and not touch anything we would be OK, but he's not tall enough and not quite there with the whole standing and peering thing - soooo I guess I will have to come up with another idea.
I could carry around a bottle of bleach, wipes and gloves - but I am thinking all that stuff won't quite fit in my purse.