Probably the hardest part of parenting for me is disciplining Tyrel. Not only do I have a soft heart when it comes to it, but Ty is just so darn funny that it is SO hard not to laugh when I need to be tough.
As new as Tyrel is to potty training I usually don't get on to him for an accident. But at times like a few minutes ago, when I ask him if he needs to go, he looks at me and tells me no, and then proceeds to go in his undies, I do get on to him some.
I took him in the bathroom, carefully took off his undies, lightly swatted his hiney, and set him on the potty and proceeded to ask him if he knew he needed to let Mama know he needed to potty. I got about 5 words into my lecture and he reached his hands up and with his cute little index fingers, he plugged his ears.
I wasn't quite sure what to do so I excused myself, told him to stay there, went and laughed, asked Stephen to take over, he said no, so I went back and cleaned him up. I was caught off guard.