We started potty training and everyone knows the amount of gray in that picture. Not much sunshine to be found. We've had many accidents but let's not get me started on how frustrating that is. I'm staying positive that this is it. No more diapers! I keep telling myself...GOD has this under control. Honestly, I've lost count on the number of times I've had to remind myself of this and how many times I've handed out treats and coins.
We've distracted ourselves with other things. Focusing on the other helps. So, we dance around the kitchen and out to the living room. Doing a little jump and jive at our best. Flaring our arms around like crazies and letting our silly shine through. Daddy's over on the computer doing his homework...a music class assignment on Max Roach. Quite the musician I say. The girls really get into the steady beats and like to mimic my every move whether it's worthy of or not. (mine are mostly not).
You know how I know...this is day four of potty training and we're having solid performances.*smirk* I tell my pretties that they're rock stars and myself that maybe I'm not so bad at this Moma thing after all. It's been a long road and there are a lot more bumps to ride out and bridges to cross. This is just the beginning. Springy toes for Happy Days.