Owen Might Be a Redneck

You might be a redneck if you sit on the pot in the middle of the living room while watching the tube and munching on a snack. Yep, that would be Owen right about now. We're attempting to enter into the potty training phase, so I adopted the practices of my BFF Jo, allowing Owen to sit on his potty while watching a show. The only problem is that Owen is perfectly content sitting naked on his potty for hours at a time without actually pottying. Do you think I might have a problem? Neil was telling me about this lady featured on The Today Show yesterday who potty trains most children in a day. Clearly she knows something we don't. Neil is convinced we're doing it all wrong, which might be correct since we're raising a nudist at this point. But what am I supposed to do, drive Owen up to NJ, or where ever she's from, and pay out the wazoo to have her train him. I think not.

I suppose I could read more books on the subject, but that would require time, and we all know how little of that I have. You know, I used to be one of those people who didn't understand why 3 year olds were running around in diapers. Now I get it. It's hard work and takes discipline, and not so much from the kids, but the parents. And if they don't want to go potty, then why would I spend most of my day fighting with him to do something he clearly doesn't want to do?

On the other hand, I can't tell you how tired I am of changing his diapers. Blake is one story because I know he's still a baby. It frustrates me to all get out to know that Owen can go potty, he just doesn't want too. AArrgghhghh!

So I am at a crossroads, deciding which direction to go. Do I take a left and commit myself and Owen to nip this thing in the bud, or a right and let him do it when he's ready, or go straight and pay someone else to do it (not really an option, but I needed a straight)? I'm open to suggestions if you have any that aren't trite or common sensical, or require me to read another book.