Growing Pains

It's been a while since I've posted a new blog, & even though I have a ton of things to do, I somehow couldn't resist posting one. I certainly had an interesting morning, as we've been in the midst of potty training Natalia, & boy that has been an experience. It's not like we really forced her to, she's been willing, & has had her successes but today was all about failure. OMG!!!@$%^ I don't want her to feel like we're rushing her into this, but we're trying to get her to be consistent. We leave for India in exactly 11 days, & I'm concerned that all our efforts to get her trained are going to go down the drain. I feel bad leaving her back here in the States, but for our sanity & her safety it's best. I was thinking this morning, I really don't remember my potty training days. Guess it wasn't that traumatizing. Does anyone really remember? I am tempted to call my mum or dad to get their take on my growing up phase of putting it on the toilet. I do remember a story I was told about when I was I guess 2 & I had an accident where I pooped on the carpet, so I ran to the bathroom & got some TP & ran all the way down the steps, picked up the turd & put it in the ashtray (parents were chain smokers) LOL My activities were given away as my parent's got home from work & found a long trail of TP from the upstairs bathroom all the way to an ashtray in the living room! Ooopps forgot to break the tp. That's about all I remember about my childhood in regards to potty training. Parent's advice is def. welcome. I'm out.