Writing about Henry's potty training isn't on my list of acceptable topics, but this trip fell directly in the middle of an aggressive potty training approach and I have to warn other mothers that should you find yourself in a similar situation it may be wise to abandon mission until you are in the safety of your own home and near a washer/dryer unit.
Along with several tubes of lipgloss, in my handbag there are rubber gloves, plastic bags, extra pants, extra underwear and pre-written notes of apology for anyone or anything that Henry might pee on. So far so good, apart from one incident at an Italian restaurant that had us scurrying out the door, heads hung in shame. By the time we get back to Minneapolis Henry may be a full-time user of the toilet. That is, if he's not still "too excited to poop".
On the Amtrak heading back to NYC.
Posted from my blackberry.
