He was excited to start...
He's been exhibiting some textbook ready-to-potty-train characteristics: staying dry long periods, noticing when he's doing his business, following instructions well (at least when he feels like it), and showing an interest in all things potty (evidenced by his desire to sit on the crapper for 75% of his day).
He really seemed to enjoy it at first...
But, last week's attempts also pointed out a few obstacles we have encountered: he wants to sit but not perform (a classic example of sh** or get off the pot syndrome in action here), he is having a hard time notifying me about action in the "bull pen" before the action officially jumps off (meaning he pees and then sends out the alarm), and he has turned into a bit of a boy-who-cried-Wolf when it comes to announcing his need to use the facility (meaning, he eagerly shouts that he "need-a go potty, Mommy" when he wants to get outta time out, get up from the table, or get my undivided attention) only when we get there, as I mentioned before, nothing.
He's become quite frustrated with his progress to date...
And, to be frank, so have I.
He's starting to find the entire experience harrowing...
Horrifying...
And, sad. I think he's a little, okay a lot, fed up with the whole process...
And, since I'm going to Vegas tomorrow anyway, I guess we'll both enjoy a bit of a break from the potty demon and revisit the issue when I return.
