Potty training :( :( :(
If poos, wees and all other sort of toilet stuff make you a bit squeamish then it's probably best to just close this blog right now. I won't be offended - honest! The time has come to potty train my second child and it is a task that I just hate, hate, HATE! Seriously, if I had the money to hire one of those super nanny/Gina Forde type women to come to my house and do it for me (whilst criticizing and judging me also), I would . It is without a doubt my least favourite part of parenthood. Andrew was an absolute nightmare when it was his turn to learn to use the potty. He could manage the wees no problem from day one and was extremely proud of his undies (he flashed them to everyone who came to visit the house for a number of weeks such was his self-admiration for his big boy status) but some some bizarre reason he developed a huge fear of actually sitting on the potty/toilet and refused point blank to do his numbers twos in them. This led to him holding his poos in for up to se...