Springtime Potty Blues

I am writing this on the first day of spring.  Looking outside my window one would never believe it.  The rain, wind and  temperature of 38 degrees keeps me snuggled in my jacket while visions of sun dresses dance in my head.  Our weather does not follow the calendar.  It stares defiantly in it's eyes and laughs in it's face.  Although our weather fights to acknowledge spring's arrival, I am open-arms excited for it.  Spring signifies renewal.  As the flowers peek up through the earth and stretch their petals to welcome the sun so will I in my renewal for life.  Too long have I been complacent.  I'm ready to see what more I can learn and what more I can do.

Get my stubborn as an ox son potty trained ranks high on my to-do list.  This boy, who will be starting preschool this fall, had been so excited about starting school.  He'd tell me how he was going to be just like his sissy and he'd make friends and play with toys.  Sometimes when we'd talk about it he'd actually jump up and down and throw in a , "YAY!!"  That is until the day I told him that he'd have to be potty trained before he can go to school.  To which he replied, straight faced, "I don't like school."

Everyday .. okay .. maybe five days a week Matthias asks me to take him to Starbucks.  He likes to get a cake pop.  I had been taking him about once a week.  I drink coffee daily, but I tend to make them with my fancy super automatic coffee machine thing-a-ma-gingy.  But once a week, normally while at Target, I get him a cake pop from Starbucks.  In my infinite wisdom I decided that this would be a good 'negotiation tool' to get him potty trained.  I thought, surely, this would be the deciding factor in him wanting to go to the potty.  I told him that the next time he wanted a cake pop he had to go to the potty.  He looked at me square in the eyes and bold faced lied.  He said, "I don't like cake pops."  This little boy is three years and three months old .. of course he likes cake pops!  That just doesn't make sense.

Oh well.  I guess my he and I are at some kind of stale mate.  They don't go to college wearing a diaper, right?