You may ask, if Jude doesn't eat, why would I need to worry about potty-training. What goes in must come out, right?
Au contraire, mon frère. He manages to turn the tiniest bits of food into a diaper's worst nightmare. My son is an engineering wunderkind.
In truth, the problem with potty-training really doesn't lie with Jude but me rather. My mom-brain forgets to ask on a regular basis and since he told me "I like to poop in my pants", he's not really forthcoming with reminders.
My mom turned me on to this watch from PottyTime. It allows me to set an alarm in 30, 60 and 90 minute intervals. I know the thing is meant for the kid to wear but I find myself sporting it most of the time.
Thank you Potty Watch for giving me a $9.99 replacement for my memory and dreams of a poop-free tomorrow.
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