I'm understanding what The Wife is doing: starting The Boy on potty habits. I know that he's stubborn enough to require his hand to be held and dragged through the process. Look at his taking of medicine: at first, we had to hold him down, force his mouth open, and force the medicine down his throat. He's stubborn. We'll work it through.
Last night was a rough night. I was having flashbacks of my hellish work situation back in New Jersey, and I started to hyperventilate about the probability of finding someone as soulless and abusive as my last supervisor. So, my wonderful wife talked me back to sensibility, and we didn't get to sleep until late late late.
Of course, The Boy woke up at 6:15. Sigh. Good news? The Wife and Younger Bro stayed asleep, and The Boy and I had a nice morning. We went for a walk around the block, and he examined every flower along the way. It's very cute: he squats down, sniffs loudly, and says, "Mmmmmm!"
Other than that, today was a potty training fail day. He did use the potty at the JCC at night, but pooped in his pants a minute or two later. Sigh.
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