Bringing Up Baby

Documenting the baby makin' experience. From Trying to Conceive, to Bringing Up Babies, I share all the laughs and all the horror.

I'm Jess, I'm 31 years old, I live in Minneapolis with The Husband, Jack (the girl dog with a boy name), and The Mac -- the person we made. He's pretty much the most awesome human being alive and easily the greatest thing I've ever done . We're expecting another little dude this spring and I suspect he'll be just as awesome

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This is the scene from this weekend’s potty training boot camp. Potty Training Ground Zero, if you will. The Potty Training War Room. I’m out of battle-related cliches: The froggy potty. Mac didn’t LOVE it, but he didn’t hate it, so I guess it was $10 well spent? Carpet cleaner. We actually didn’t even need it since the only accident he had was on the linoleum. Victory! The potty timer. Mac grew to hate that thing so we quickly abandoned it. Reading material. Who doesn’t like literature for toilet reading? Toys. We had to keep him motivated to stay on that toilet somehow. Mac, the pantsless wonder and innocent potty training victim.  Not pictured: “inspirational” (?) potty book, m&m bribery, ridiculous amounts of liquid such as the rarely seen chocolate milk and some ”special juice” (crystal light lemonade — I just couldn’t give that kid any more sugar), and hovering parents. Mac spent most of Sunday pantsless, and I spent most of the day in a state of anxiety, but it actually went surprisingly well. I know this week is going to be the real struggle, though. Our methods seem to be working, but I still feel like we’re flying by the seat of our pants and I hate not having a solid plan. Also? Where the hell do you find toddler underwear that doesn’t cost a million dollars? Amazon wasn’t helpful. I’m happy we bit the bullet and are starting, but I won’t breathe easy till we’re on the other side of this. Oh, also, doing this before thanksgiving was dumb. Good luck to us on thursday! Ugh.

This is the scene from this weekend’s potty training boot camp. Potty Training Ground Zero, if you will. The Potty Training War Room. I’m out of battle-related cliches:

  1. The froggy potty. Mac didn’t LOVE it, but he didn’t hate it, so I guess it was $10 well spent?
  2. Carpet cleaner. We actually didn’t even need it since the only accident he had was on the linoleum. Victory!
  3. The potty timer. Mac grew to hate that thing so we quickly abandoned it.
  4. Reading material. Who doesn’t like literature for toilet reading?
  5. Toys. We had to keep him motivated to stay on that toilet somehow.
  6. Mac, the pantsless wonder and innocent potty training victim. 
  • Not pictured: “inspirational” (?) potty book, m&m bribery, ridiculous amounts of liquid such as the rarely seen chocolate milk and some ”special juice” (crystal light lemonade — I just couldn’t give that kid any more sugar), and hovering parents.

Mac spent most of Sunday pantsless, and I spent most of the day in a state of anxiety, but it actually went surprisingly well. I know this week is going to be the real struggle, though. Our methods seem to be working, but I still feel like we’re flying by the seat of our pants and I hate not having a solid plan.

Also? Where the hell do you find toddler underwear that doesn’t cost a million dollars? Amazon wasn’t helpful.

I’m happy we bit the bullet and are starting, but I won’t breathe easy till we’re on the other side of this.

Oh, also, doing this before thanksgiving was dumb. Good luck to us on thursday! Ugh.

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