Potty training number two son while Clare has been at work. It started really really well, he was keen to hop onto the toilet, though he didn't actually go. Then a couple of little accidents, but then seven successful trips in a row, with a little bribe of chocolate buttons each time. He didn't have another accident again until Clare got in. Not that I'm blaming you entirely lover.
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Paul Clarkeʼs weblog - I live in Hythe in the far South. Married to Clare + dad to two, I'm a full stack web developr, + I do javascript / nodejs, some ruby, python, php ect ect. I like pubbing, parkrun, eating, home-automation and other diy stuff, history, family tree stuff, TV, squirrels, pirates, lego, and TIME TRAVEL.