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"So how's Henry?"
That's a question I get a lot.
Usually the question is followed by, "You know, how's his, um, potty training going?"

I'm so glad that I've made not only myself, but everyone around me, obsessed with my child's pooping progress (or lack therof).

When last I wrote about his toilet travails, I believe we were becoming resigned with the notion that he'd be in kindergarten in a pull-up, because nothing was working. We ended up taking him to doctors and psychologists, poking him and prodding him and asking him about his feelings, and once resorting to an enema to get things back in working order.

Finally, we put him on a medication that makes it virtually physically impossible to hold it in. And now we spend a lot of time sitting in the bathroom. But he seems to be doing much better, or was until two days ago when started wetting his pants. Why why why why why. When we just get one thing figured out, something else rears its ugly head. Something's going on in his little mind, something's bothering him, but he won't tell us what.

He's 3. That might be the best explanation for why he's contrary and fickle and whiney and refuses to eat anything unless it's doused in ketchup.
He's 3. But he's making me feel like I'm 103.

We'll see what tomorrow brings...

Comments

Brianne said…
I've heard that 3-year-olds tend to have that effect. You need a girl's night out. That's what I think. :)

Girl's Night Out! Woo hoo!

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