This One's for Tami

What to talk about ... let's see. I said before that church is off the list. I'm sick of it. You probably are, too. I'm not sick of God or faith or a relationship with Christ, I'm just sick of humans making all of that so .... difficult.

And I'm not allowed to talk about what it's like to watch someone you love in a relationship that is as disfunctional as one you were in and it leaves you thinking, "Man I put my friends through &*#&!" I can't realy go into why I owe Lila, Jayme, Tepi, Amy, Jen and Kathy each a dozen roses a day until they die for not kicking me in the head often between 1994 and 1998.

So with those two things off of my list, I am going to talk about poop. (You're welcome, Tami.)

We're potting training right now. I say "We're potting training" and not "Cooper is potting training" because any experienced potty trainer knows that potting training has very little to do with "training" a child and a whole lot to do with "training" a parent to stick to it. On the days I get up with him right away and get him on the potty then put big boy underwear on him, he usually does alright. The days I think I can stay in bed a little bit after he gets up, he fills his diaper in no time and sets the tone for the day.

Cooper knows when he has to go potty, he's demonstrated that several times. And yet when the TV's on, he's content to sit in wet or sticky nasty underwear so long as the Doodlebops are still singing and dancing. That I don't get at all. I mean, come on. We CAN pause live TV. We have the technology?!

Money motivated his sister, so that's what we're trying. His Nana bought him this cool money bank. It's a train crossing signal and when he puts money in, it lights up and makes choo-choo noises. He likes money, like buying things at Walmart (or stealing them from home improvement stores ... but that's another story), so we started giving him some coins for his bank when he goes in the potty. And we've started taking coins out when he goes in his pants. He'll have a couple of pretty good days and then digress, which makes Jimmy and I want to pull our hair out. (Hey, don't be ugly, Jimmy has back hair he can pull out.)

What worked for you - not for pulling out back hair but for potty training? Cause I'm tired of buying diapers and/or pull-ups and I'm tired of washing poop chunks out of Thomas the Tank Engine briefs.