me: "so i have a GREAT idea to help you use the potty."
him: "what is it, mommy?"
me: "well, i can give you a sticker every time you go on the potty, and then at the end of EVERY week, we can go to the store and get a new toy!"
(at this point, i'm smiling stupidly from ear to ear, thinking i surely have thought of the irresistible plan.)
him: "well....umm....mommy, i have plenty of toys, so no."
i could just see the wheels turning. he didn't just want to say "no" with no reason. because when that happens he knows that it's straight to the potty.
at this point, i have tried candy, toys, stickers, snacks, tv time while on the potty, praise, aiming at cheerios in the potty (that was today and held his interest only in terms of "oh! they are drowning! we need to rescue them!"), threats to take away his paci (yes, don't judge, if i haven't potty trained, do you really expect me to have conquered the paci?), threats to not let him wear pants at all (and for some reason, which his future wife will be grateful for but which is a thorn in my side right now, he can't stand being naked).
it's exhausting. i do not bat an eyelash when i say that i think potty training is the hardest parenting job there is between the ages of 0 and 8 (because my oldest is 8, and i don't pretend to know how hard it will be when we enter the teen years).
i have brainstormed with other mom friends. mostly they just shake their head in sympathy.
in a few months, i will get through this, but i will not ever look back and say, "oh, that wasn't so bad."
because it totally is.