I shouldn't complain really.  I mean, The Boy decided a few days ago that if his mother won't get on the bandwagon, then he'll just potty train his own bad ass self.  So for 2 days, approximately every 4 minutes, he is peeing in his little potty in front of the fireplace.  As it is summer, it is a less desirable location than it sounds but at least I can see him from my permanent position on the couch. 

I shouldn't complain really.  This morning he took off his diaper, went over and sat down, grunted twice and managed to fill his little potty right up.  I can see that all that fiber in the pounds of fruit he is eating is really helping out.  Between that and his ability to pee which rivals the dog's ability to mark EVERY TREE on a three mile hike (just when you think there is absolutely no possible way that he can do it just one more time, he shocks then hell out of you and does it again), we could be banging out this whole potty training thing.

I shouldn't complain really.  I mean, if your mother is too lazy to clean out the potty after every teaspoon is deposited every 4 minutes, what's wrong with taking the dust brush, running it through approximately 7 "sittings" and then shaking it around like a priest with holy water?   All over the living room.  All OVER the living room.  ALL over the living room.  That will teach mom to lie down on the job.