I was 14 when my baby brother Rylie was born, in 1987. I helped my mom in everyway, I was always with my 2 little brothers and I loved it! When Rylie was 1 1/2 or 2 we began to potty train him. My mom left some of his favorite books we could read while he uhhmm did his :(:bizznizz.:) When he was successful we would make a big deal of hit, high fives ,compliments on what a "big boy " he was, we even kept a jar of m&m's in the bathroom so we could sweeten the deal....excuse the pun. Anyway we made a big deal when ever he was a "Big Boy".One afternoon I was using the potty training bathroom,when I was done little Rylie came into the bathroom and his cute little face just so happy and proud he began to tell me ...his sister..." Good boy!!!!!!" he was clapping his hands ,and made sure to ask me to grab the m&m's ,Id succeeded! he was so proud of me. It was one of the sweetest things ive ever seen.
I love my brothers!