Let's go Lulu!

RachelLulu is potty training. Seth is at Lilith's for the weekend, with his usual barrage of 8-10 phone calls to Adam and myself every day while he is there. The difficulty is that in our modern day of smart phone apps, I am a slave to the "potty timer" and the toilet this weekend; I am spending every 10 minutes or so asking Lulu if she needs to go potty, taking Lulu to the bathroom and setting her on the toilet. Giving Lulu stickers for using the potty, reading Lulu potty board books, checking Baby Center's boards about potty training, reading the Mayo Center's website, What to Expect, Parenting.com, even Wikipedia, singing potty training songs to Lulu. Watching Lulu's every action for signs that she needs to use the bathroom.

Because I am using the "Potty Timer" I can't just turn my phone off and ignore the calls from Seth. I am wavering between annoyance at his constant calls and understanding his need to talk to us, he called this morning while Lilith was having a "spazz attack" and was screaming (nothing was going on that I know of, she was just screaming and yelling) at Seth, Brandy (Lilith's daughter with Sam) and her current boyfriend we call Deuce.

Potty training is the only thing that Lilith has done successfully in child-rearing that I haven't. Part of me wishes I could send Lulu with Seth and Lilith for the weekend until she is potty trained but I can't (and really I wouldn't) so here I am trying to potty train, spending ungodly amounts of time in the bathroom and trying to catch up on some writing for you guys in two minute bursts between trips to the bathroom and trips back out to the living room. It's going to be a long couple of days.