Yes, I know that you've been checking in wondering why I haven't reported about Kyle's progress learning to use the potty. I think we've been at it for three weeks. It's going fine. I'm still more potty trained than him. He tells me when he has to go. . . after he's already wet. But that's progress, right?
I wanted to share the bane of a potty training mom, in case you haven't been in my shoes in a while (Speaking of shoes--I would NOT recommend stepping into the shoes of a potty training kid. You can't be quite sure what you might find. Trust me.):
The Self-Flushing Toilet.
Kyle does not like to sit on the potty most of the time anyway (although once he's there, he's doing a good job of doing what he's supposed to). Throw a self-flushing toilet at Panera into the mix, and I'm not sure if I'll ever get him to go in public again. In fact, at Costco today, we used the public facilities, and he said, "Not scare me?" and I had to assure him that it was not a scary potty.
I have solved the Panera toilet problem, and I thought it was worthy of sharing with all the Works for Me Wednesday moms: As I squat beside him, I cover the sensor on the back of the toilet with my hand, ensuring that it won't flush with my little guy on the seat.