Potty training, day one

Right now, I'm waiting for darling daughter to finish her lunch. I'm trying to prolong it as long as I can as it is a nice break for me. Today, we have launched into a new era: potty training, specifically a three-day potty training course. I'm not too sure if it is going to work, but I'm going to give it a try. I have no doubt that darling daughter will easily potty train (here's hoping), but the issue is with me. From what I have learned, potty training takes consistency. I'm not big fan of consistency. Hence my slowness in introducing a sippy cup (did that after she was a year old) and using the baby bath tub (just gave that up last week). While dear husband has been enthusiastic about introducing darling daughter to the potty, I've got the attitude of why-can't-you-go-in-your-diaper?

When I learned about the possibility of potty training your child in three days, I thought I had nothing to lose as I know I will fall flat in the consistency department if we decided to take a more laid back approach to toilet training. I've been dreading potty training. Although I'm about three to four hours into the process, I'm exhausted. During the three days, you sequester yourself in your house with your child and be your child's shadow. Earlier this morning, I briefly thought about slapping a diaper back onto darling daughter's bottom and calling it a day. (This approach also requires you to get rid of all your diapers and not rely on pullups or training pants). I've already got a load of laundry for tonight and I'm tired of wiping pee off the floor.

Here's hoping this works. I'll keep you posted.

Family washrooms not so family friendly

I spent some time at the Montreal airport today and I was not impressed with their family washrooms. Pardon my language, but in no uncertain terms they suck.

Well, maybe I should rephrase that and say the one that dear husband and I happened to stumble upon was horribly inadequate. It was small, there was no toilet, and most importantly there not a square of paper towel to be seen anywhere. There was only a very powerful, but loud hand drier, which scared the begezzers out of my child.

While hand driers could be more environmentally friendlier than paper towel, I will give you the following reason why paper towel dispensers should be in family washrooms: the crying factor. When you have a child who is in dire need of a diaper change and decides to pee midway through said diaper change and you have no paper towels to clean up the mess, your attitude suddenly turns pissy. (Pardon the pun). Although you have a wonderful new diaper bag, there are only so many diapers it can hold, so obviously diapers are at a premium when travelling and wasting them on cleaning up pee on a change table, well, is simply wasteful.

And when you turn on the very powerful, but loud hand drier to dry your hands after cleaning up the pee, your wailing child wails even harder because the hand drier has scared the begeezers out of her. *Sigh* Let's just say today was a long day. And if airports, especially the Montreal Airport, wanted to make life easier for parents they would install paper towel dispensers in their family washrooms.