The Never Ending Story

Hello, again. It's been nearly three months since I last blogged. In that time we've been busy welcoming the arrival of spring, being giddy over our new hens laying their first eggs, getting a garden plot started again, and watching our girls grow like weeds. All of this has seemed to happen at lightning speed.

In the past three months, I've continued to deal with my own version of "The Neverending Story", known as potty training. We began back in January, and have slogged on. Like an uphill climb. Through mud. The "Potty train in a Day" how to's were a total joke. I wanted to throw toilet paper at those mothers who made it look so easy, but learned not to be a hater just because their kiddos were "ready". For any mothers yet to face this journey with your own wee-ones, I do not mean to discourage you. It's just that I've finally accepted that for all of the time, training, encouragement, incentive bribery , and guidance I've given my Olivia, she just isn't ready. She's not owning it yet. The irony of this fact is that she is potty trained. We have accident free days under our belts (after many accident filled ones), have run errands in big girl panties without disaster (although there have been many disasters), and for my highly verbal child, have had every possible discussion with her about being a big girl, using the potty, etc. Yes, she is fully potty trained, but only when I remind and take her to go. Like every 30 minutes. And as much as I cringe to admit this; her potty training is currently, likely a greater reflection of how "with it" I am on any given day. Perish the thought, because I am still in desperate search of my A-game. Until then, we slog on, because some day it's going to "click" and I'll have an independently potty trained child. Hopefully I'll find my A-game, too.