The morning "Pee-lympics" were successful for LOD, but for the token willy-less woman in this household, I'm not equipped with the proper tools for such a workshop. Father in Chief is long gone by the time my later sleeper's crusty eyes open, leaving me to less acrobatic encouragement, positive reinforcement, and bribery.
I'll be the first to admit (and I already have) that my candy-reward system might backfire. And no, M&Ms aren't the best food for a kid. But I'm hoping to follow in the footsteps of the moms that I know who've survived potty-training. I'll eventually switch to yogurt-covered raisins and then to plain old raisins--hopefully without much fallout--as they did.
If we're still in training six months from now, it will be frustrating. But I'll be encouraged by the fact that we will have laundered significantly fewer cloth diapers and dumped significantly less trash in the landfills as my non-training counterparts. Plus, I know he's capable. As Kdubs says, "if a kiddo can do it for a bribe, then they're ready."