Potty Power!

We have relaunched the effort to get Brennan potty trained for good. What brought on this effort? This enthusiasm? This plan? Well, Diego pull ups were on sale at Target. The big box too! So, I took it as a sign that we should reenter the land of pull ups, plastic potty chairs and the Potty Power potty song.

What? You don't know the potty song? The annoying little ditty playing repeatedly in my head? The one I just can't stop singing like some sort of lunatic every time Brennan sits on his little plastic throne?

I can do it myself. I'm a big kid now. I can do it myself. I've got Potty Power. No need to tell Mom. No need to tell Dad. I know what to do and I'm so glad. I can do it myself. I'm a big kid now. I can do it myself. I've got Potty Power. Potty Power!

The term "Potty Power" should be emphasized during the song with a hand salute to the gods of potty that is almost naziesque in form.

Brennan also likes to sing the other potty song from Potty Power while he sits on his plastic potty.

No More Diapers for me. Say Goodbye Diapers Bye Bye. I can use the potty, going to give it a try. No more Diapers for me. Bye Bye.

Yes, all the potty singing in our house so does need to be made into a video for mockery on You tube, but I can't afford the years of therapy it would require for my children.

Anyway. Potty training for the fifth or sixth time. I think this time it may really stick. Really!

We had much effort on Brennan's behalf. Much sitting and reading (and singing), but well, no actual deposits were made. We did have quite an enthusiastic false alarm when Brennan declared he was: "for sure going poppy on his potty this time." But after a few minutes of silence, he came running out smiling and told us all, "No poopies! I just got a lot of my gas out." Then he laughed like a hyena. I think we all joined him. In the laughter part, not the gas.

Good Monday for our house. Target, potty singing and gas. Could you ask for anything more?