Of Being PT

Once upon a time - about third grade or so - there was a hilarious joke circulating through our elementary school wherein the jokester would ask the jokee, "Are you PT?"  Much like the infamous running refrigerator there was no right answer.  "No?  You're not Potty Trained?!" or "Yes?  You're a Pregnant Teacher?!" (oh the creativity of the elementary mind).  Trust me, if you were in third grade, you'd be cracking up right now.

Now having fulfilled both criteria of being PT, however, the joke has lost a bit of its luster. 

Meanwhile my precious toddler had, until lately been just fine with not being PT in any form of the phrase.  Frankly, she'd probably still be fine with it, but we've decided to move her into the realm of the Trained.

Unfortunately, as nearly everyone knows, a toddler may not be moved into potty training by mere will.  But peanut M&M's and peanut butter creme-filled sandwich cookies can go a long way in the convincing process.

Thus, by the end of today (Take Two of Potty Training Day One - Take One having taken place in March), our little one has successfully used the potty three times.  Still a long way to go, but the process is moving along and we're glad for that - if not tired of spending quality time at our daughter's feet while she squats on the toilet and we attempt to persuade her to just do something, all the while singing countless renditions of the "ABC"'s and reading through the circa-1970's wonder "Teach Me About Potty Training" purchased at the library book sale two years ago.

Definitely looking forward to the end of the journey, but recognizing there is much road before us, we press on.