Biting The Bullet...

Potty training Boy...he's 3 already so it is well overdue. (We've tried since he was just over 2 every few months to gauge his readiness.) So, I am not going to buy any more diapers. I'm biting the bullet and training him. He refuses to participate in the "tons-of practice-load-'em-up on liquids" successful method I used on Girl. So, instead I have borrowed a steam cleaner from a wonderful and giving friend and he is running around the house in his superman/diego/transformer/dinosaur underwear peeing on every hard surface below him. Luckily, he seems to dislike peeing on the carpet and couch! :) So, it is not even lunchtime and he has had 6 accidents.
He is so proud each time he goes on the floor. Here's the thing: I'm proud he notices!!!! We tried two months ago and he kept peeing on himself and his toys (I only allowed the hard, washable ones) and he DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE!?! So, hooray...he notices now! I do give him one mini kisses candy for washing his hands and sitting on the potty while I clean up the mess. There is something positive going on and there is a minor improvement...I'll take what I can get! As for Girl...I used the "Potty training in a day or less" book (I did this with a little girl I nannied too) and had complete success with both. Each were done within a few days and just needed some reminders and wiping help for maybe two months? Yes, boys are different in many ways beyond anatomy! I have hope though...thanks to a generous friends and a little steamy elbow grease, we'll make it through without a smelly home!
How have you survived potty training?

a favorite image...

okay, so I was just reminded of a favorite image and had to share...

you know how there are joggers every morning and evening? especially women walking and jogging in pairs as they delight in conversations between heavy breathing? Sometimes they are normal weight and I think, "good for them...looks like fun...I should do that..." then there are the super skinny ones and I think, "I hate them. look they walk around a bit and they are skinny." then there are the teenagers barely walking, "they are just out looking to see who will look at them" (because only teenagers "exercise" bra-less in tank tops). then there are the elderly in REALLY bright colors barely making it, but hooray for them for not giving up? My favorite image came from an unlikely pair:
two super skinny older women power walking down the street in conversation...each had a diet coke in one hand and their cigarette in the other!
It was like sending a direct invitation to the angel of death: lung cancer, heart attack, asthma...many more I'm sure! They had their hair up in ponytails too! It was just too funny and something I will never forget! Do you have one?