I Gotta Go Potty!

Travel with my family continues to get more interesting. Today was the first day that we went on a trip since starting to potty train Doodle. The current state is that he's in his normal underwear when we're home (his choice of Spider-Man, Diego or Transformers). If we're going to church or the store, he's in a pull up. For bed time, he's still in a diaper. Progressively, his pull ups have been dry. This also means that we've been making more trips to the rest rooms lately.

For the most part, this is OK. Anne will watch the other kids while Doodle and I head in to the restroom and take the largest stall available, and he goes potty. Then he covers his ears while the toilet flushes. Those things can be loud some times. If at all possible, he likes to wash his hands by himself. Usually, the sink isn't low enough for him, so I have to lift him up for the washing.

Today, we made sure that he went at home before we left and put a pull up on him. Then it was on the road. We were about half-way through the trip to Grandma's house when it started.

"I have to go potty."

"Well, you're wearing the pull up. You could just go in that." This was an unacceptable solution to the young man, and to a certain extent I can understand. Once you've had the sensation of not having a wet diaper for portions of the day, I can imagine that one would want to keep it that way.

Since it was almost time for supper anyway, we stopped at the nearest Unnamed Fast Food joint and took care of both outgoing and incoming business.

Of course, an hour later, we had to stop again for a bathroom break. I have a bad feeling that trips are going to take longer for a bit.

Really, he's doing a great job with it all, for the most part. It's just frustrating that that my schedule is being interrupted.

Of course, maybe that's being selfish.