It's official! Potty training the twins has begun! This has to be my least favorite thing about motherhood and an event that I have not been looking forward to. It was torture for Olivia and me, somewhat easier with Nicholas. From my past experience, I figured I would wait until the boys turned 3 to get serious about it, but they have forced my hand.
For the last month or so, each time one of them did something in their diaper, they would come to me and say "Stinky butt" ... even though it wasn't necessarily stinky ... and "stinky" sounded more like "sticky" ... kinda cute, I suppose! Then they would proceed to get a diaper out of their room and hand it to me. If they truly needed a change, I would oblige but many times this announcement would come in the middle of me doing something else ... like folding laundry, cooking dinner, etc. and I would tell them that they weren't "sticky" enough. Usually they were pretty insistent and I knew in the back of my head that I was missing out on a golden potty training opportunity, but I wasn't ready to deal with it just yet.
Today, I finally decided to get the old potties up from the basement and I presented the twins with their new potty chairs. I set them in the kitchen so they could be right in the middle of things and I don't have to sit for hours with them in the bathroom. They have yet to put anything IN the potties, but at least I can give myself a pat on the back for helping them move on to the next step toward growing up!