Patrice is showing many signs of being ready to potty train.
I am not ready.
She’s my baby, my last baby.
There is just something so grown up about potty trained, no more diapers.
Don’t get me wrong, no more diapers would be great. Changing them, let alone buying them, isn’t exactly good times. But back to me waxing poetic, Patrice is growing up so fast. It is cute and enjoyable to see all she is learning, but I’d like to keep my baby just a bit longer.
Plus, I’m not ready for all the energy potty training takes. First, have to teach her what a potty is, then get her to actually use it, then tell you she needs to use it and finally, asking for months on end, “do you have to go potty?
Patrice may be ready, but I am not!