We're doing potty training boot camp over here today, loosely using this book as a guide. After BK left for the airport I spent three hours this morning sitting on my living room floor with my kid talking about peeing ad nauseam. No toys, no tv, nada. Just constant drinking, underpants checks and potty practice. If that doesn't make you jealous of my life, I don't know what could. And just think -- once he wakes up from his nap, I get to do it again for the rest of the day! Yippee!
(On the bright side, Baxter gets to run around in these, and how cute is that?!?!)
I've always preferred one enormously unpleasant experience to a succession of many less unpleasant ones. That's why I get my eyebrows waxed instead of plucking them. Hopefully this will work out -- Bax is having a blast since it involves my full attention 100% of the time.