Potty Training Blues

We decided that after we got the bathroom done, we would try to potty train Jonas. With the price of diapers and gas in stiff competition with each other, we knew it was time for something to be done! So, with that being said we decided to take the plunge.

Caroline had heard that training pants work well with some kids. We finally found some and excitedly showed them to Jonas in hopes that he would share our enthusiasm. Nope. Unless you call screaming and running away everytime we show him the pants enthusiasm. It shouldn't be that big of deal except...well let me tell you what happened.

It all started a few days ago when I noticed we were low on size 3 diapers. Now, we have ALWAYS bought the cheapest diapers at WalMart thinking that the kids aren't really going to take that great care of them and besides, if it's not ultra comfy, maybe it will promote a change. Off we go to the local WalMart in order to save ourselves from going to plan B if we run out in the middle of the night. (Plan B usually involves some sort of papertowel and duct tape and more emergency laundry) Wouldn't you know it, our particular WalMart, which utilizes a high powered state of the art inventory system I'm sure, has run out of the brand and size that we ALWAYS buy. I guess there must be more than one baby in that size.

So we are forced to buy the more expensive name brand diaper or go to the aforementioned plan B. Unfortunately, this particular brand has Mickey Mouse with other Disney characters printed on them. Jonas saw the improved diaper design instantly and now won't wear anything willingly without a mouse on it. This includes his training pants. Now we have to find a way to get the pants off of Lucy's head and onto Jonas' rear end.

We have been battling mice, so he is well versed in what a mouse is and how to say both the singular and plural form of the word. So when he soils his diaper, he simply tells us, "Mouse stinky" if we don't get to him soon enough. Usually that isn't a problem.

But I have a plan that will hopefully solve the whole situation:

Aww, the lengths we go to for our kids. This is just the prototype, but I'm sure by the time I get done with all 12 of them, it will look less like mickey got caught in a trap and a lot more like what Walt had in mind. Caroline said she is worried about the ink bleeding in the wash, but I told her it can't be any worse than the other stuff that will be coming out of the underwear.

On a side note, Jonas found a raisin in our sofa and gently picked it up using a cloth and said, "Mouse poo." Caroline reassured him it was just a raisin, but not in time to prevent him throwing it at Lucy's head. Evidently, he has mice on his mind a lot.

Thanks for reading and until next time,

Ben