Sigh. We are two+ weeks into hard-core potty training with Max. He's a bright kid. Using a potty is not rocket science. Yet we have made, well, no progress. That's right, not a drop of any type of foul substance yet to make it into the potty.
I'm hoping for a breakthrough soon with the little guy. Today after ditching the pull-ups and consequently doing 5 loads of laundry (because, well, if said substance is not going into the potty... it has to be going somewhere) and taking many, many unsuccessful trips to the bathroom with Max, I plopped down on the couch, let out an audible sigh and began to chant to myself: Someday, my child will accomplish this skill. I must help him do this if he is to be a normally functioning member of society. He will eventually be potty trained. This cannot go on forever.
One day soon, Max and I ARE going to get something into that potty. Maybe tomorrow I'll pour some lemonade in there just to make us both feel better. Or maybe not. Sigh.