Potty training.

For a couple of months now, we have been thinking about potty training our little Monkey Man. James picked him out a little blue potty chair for his birthday; it has a sensor that plays a song to reward your little tyke for peeing in the appropriate receptacle. Recently, the monk has gone anti-diaper. As soon as there is pee in it, he takes it off. Before he poops, he takes it off. We were elated (well, sort of) at his attempts to show us how ready he is to be done with his diaper-butt stage. So, bright and early this morning, taking a suggestion from a girl I work with, I began pumping my kid up with every type of beverage in the house. We started sitting on the potty at regular intervals, and he has spent the entire morning sans diaper. Nakie from the waist down. It was actually his idea, I just ran with it.
So here we are, all morning long, in the living room with the potty close at hand. Every time he starts to pee on the rug, I move him to the potty. He is ecstatic to have his own symphony every time he tinkles on the little metal dots. Of course, mommy jumping up and down, clapping and congratulating him, seems to help too. He has even practiced saying "potty," even though it almost sounds like "daddy," but he's getting there. I think that chasing him around with carpet cleaner is beginning to pay off. So far, he has had 2 very impressive accomplishments, and he is loving it.
Then, my little Jonathan, kool-aid in hand, begins to pee on the rug, again. I promptly escort him to his little potty chair, and he refuses to sit. He starts screaming, "no-no-no-no-nooo!" Suddenly, every potty-training tip book/ manual/ article that I have ever read (ok, well, maybe it's only been a couple of internet articles and baby magazines, but still) begins rushing into my mind, and I am haunted by hundreds of little warning voices that say to stop as soon as your toddler gives you indication that he has lost interest. So, instead, we walk into his room and put on a little diaper. Which he has already taken off 5 or 6 times. Ugh.