about a month ago, i decided that for my own sanity, as well as for asher's benefit, i should to get him into some sort of preschool class...just a couple of days a week, you know, to give me a chance to recharge (a little break, if you will), and allow him the opportunity to learn some basics.
it was a brilliant idea, but just one thing was lacking...asher was not potty trained...nor was he anywhere close.
i contacted my friend who teaches preschool here in the neighborhood, (ruby took from her, and loved her. she's amazing), and asked if she had any openings. she said yes, and that school would be starting in just over a month.
wanting so badly for this preschool thing to work out, i decided to take matters into my own hands. the minute i put my phone down from texting miss stacey, i pulled asher's diaper right out from under him...absolutely no warning whatsoever. he didn't even know what had hit him. we were going to do it, and we were doing it commando style.
i really thought this process would be so much harder than it was. it just goes to show that my little asher is bigger, older, and smarter than i thought he was, which makes me sad in a lot of ways.
it's been over a month now, and i'm proud to say that he did it!
he can now poop and pee in a dignified and civilized manner...just like the rest of us.
and now i'm just hoping there's still an opening in that preschool.
if he's big enough to poo in the pot,
than he's big enough for school, is he not?