All the unproductive trips to the bathroom did not bother me at first, but after a while I started to resist them. When we were out in public I really did not want to stop whatever errand I was running to let him pretend to go potty. It started happening at church as well. In the church nursery Merrick would tell them that he needed to go potty. They would come and get me out of class and I would let him sit on the potty and then take him back to class.
I think eventually Merrick began to sense my resistance to the whole process and he stepped up his game. One day after two cups of warm water on his tummy, we had our first taste of success. Since then it has been one step forward, three steps back. What I do know is that he is trying his hardest (and pushing his hardest for that matter). I would be happy to wait until we get settled in Oregon to work on this, but he is determined to try. I guess we will just take it slow and we will get there some day.
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