Dear Sweet Sawyer,
We are all ready. Mommy’s ready. Daddy’s ready. Sissy’s ready. Solomon is ready though he says this only because I am speaking for him because he can’t talk (one HUGE advantage of having a 19 month old…)
Please. Use. The. Potty.
I know you are not quite yet three. I know that boys typically train later than girls. I know. I know. Blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah.
We have the bathroom ready. Charts. Stickers. Spider Man potty seat. Books. It’s a potty-lovin’ delight in there. Go and try it out. See for yourself. Oh yes – and there are M&M’s involved. I’m not above it.
Why is it that whenever I ask if you want to go and sit on the potty you cross your arms and say “NO! I’m never going to use the big-boy potty!!!” Why? Why? Why the heck not?
I have big summer plans for you. Summer camp at your preschool. Swim lessons. Playing soccer. None can happen unless you start to use the potty. None.
And I need you to do these things because you have more energy than I ever knew was humanly possible for someone to possess. You need a way to get it out. But you can’t until you just use the flippin’ potty.
I love you. I know that you will use it when you are ready. I’ve heard it all before and I do actually buy into it a bit. But would you please consider rethinking the fact that you will never use it and just try?
Because at this rate, your younger brother is about to start using it before you. I’m just sayin’…
A little peer pressure never hurt anyone…