kind of black

the baron: toddler x, what kind of music do you feel like hearing?

toddler x: ummmm, harlan pepper kind of music.

the baron: miles davis it is.

muy bien

toddler x: what is muy?

the baron: you tell me.

toddler x: it means a lot.

the baron: [jesus.  this kid.]

the baron: that's close.  it means very.

thursday morning's potty talk

toddler x: 'i have to poop! i have to poop!  no, no, i don't have to poop!'

the baron: (sigh)

one way that life is unfair

the baron has spent the last 2 hours trying to coax, cajole, bribe, convince and intimidate toddler x into pooping on the potty.*  he finally did it.  toddler x and the baron are both exhausted from the effort.  and the baron still has to clean fecal matter out of the potty.  

two things about this: 

1) why insist that he poop on the potty?  why not be one of those moms who's all 'poop on your schedule, whatev, it's all good, hippy, hippy, peyote'?  because toddler x is a sneaky pooper: once he's pooped, he takes his underpants (or diaper) off, leaving a trail of poop throughout the house.  everytime.  for the past week.

2) yes, she knows intimidation is the wrong way to go about potty training.  it was her last resort, born of frustration.  she invites you to spend 120 minutes dealing with a poop-witholding two year old to see how you'd hold up.