Well, we weren't either a). free from Labor or b). celebrating laborers here this weekend. Instead, we were engaged in that milestone labor of toddler parenting: potty training.
For some reason, it's working. Sis has had one accident since Friday. Bud has had a few but he is getting very good at knowing when he needs to go--if only I remembered fast enough that "MOMMY!" has more import now.
We have washed hands more in one weekend than we have in their entire lifetimes! I know this because we have to drag the chair to the sink each time and turn the water on for them and then hand them the towel. Nothing is their size in our kitchen (our little bathroom off the kitchen doesn't have a sink).
But we made new sticker charts, which, oddly, aren't even that exciting to them. I think it really is the feeling of accomplishment that they are succeeding. It has nothing to do with new undies (and gosh it's hard not to call them panties, which is what I call them but we don't want Bud to be beaten up in preschool), or stickers, and they haven't even asked for a reward from the candy store.
That, and we aren't calling it "potty training." I realized perhaps our words were getting in the way because even now they say "I don't want to be potty-trained."
And then you know that it's long overdue!
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