Or maybe just one thing: potty training. The dreaded 'p' word. (Also 'puberty' according to my older brother. Scary times call for scary words, people.)
I've been considerably more laid back this time around, probably out of sheer terror more than anything. But I can't deny it any longer, my younger son is ready. I'm terrified because potty training my first son was seriously a year long ordeal. I made plenty of rookie mistakes, and my oldest might just be the world's most strong-willed child (for realsies).
I picked my younger boy up at preschool on Monday to find out that he's been using the potty every day he's there. Every single day, people. The catch was, he only used the froggy. He shuns all other potties of any shape, color or musical ability.
So of course I ran right out and bought myself (well, him) a froggy potty. I'm not rockin' the boat this time, people. And I'm bribing him with m&m's. And I tried the whole 3 day potty training thing and it didn't work for us. And I used pull-ups with #1 and it helped him immensely with his anxiety over accidents. So I'm blazing my own trail... anybody have any nice non-judgmental words of potty training advice for someone who wishes there was a week long potty training boarding school she could send her kids to?