Well, about a year ago, we bought Wes a tiny potty for him to try. No dice. He wasn't much of a fan of it, and frankly, the thought of having to dump the icky poo and pee into a bigger toilet was just as awful an idea as the whole potty training aspect. So into the garage it went, and on came the kids toilet seat attachment to the "big" potty. Much better.
So every now and again we'd sit him on the potty, not consistently, mind you, nor did we even try to push it. We put him in underwear, but it really was so messy, I just stopped the process altogether. (You're seeing my lack of persistence is a major trend here, right?)
Well about 2ish weeks ago, Nathan decided it was time. Wesley is 27 months, he's always game for just about anything we throw at him, so why not try again? This time with much more persistence, encouragement, and "surprises" than the last time.
Let me just say that it has been actually pretty fun! Every morning Wesley wakes up, I take him to the potty, take off his bedtime diaper, he goes potty, and then we put on underwear and he says so cheerfully "Tell you when I gotta go POTTY!" Meaning, don't forget to tell a grown up if you have to sit on the potty. And all day long he does so good! He has his little accidents every now and then, but I haven't changed a stinky diaper in 2 weeks! He prefers to go in the potty, less stinky, much more fun....and if he remembers (which he usually doesn't) he gets to pick out a little something from the Bucket 'O Fun! And when I say he has "accidents" they really are just a little bit. Like we make it just barely in time to the bathroom. Woops.
In a way, it makes me just a tiny bit sad. Obviously the heavens are rejoicing that this mommy is having an entertaining time in the process of potty training when so many have tears and frustrations (which I had in the beginning) but it makes me realize how utterly fast these babies grow. It breaks my heart to see my little explorer becoming so independent. I know it's a good thing, it's a very good thing, but still, you get my drift, right? He's not my baby anymore. He's my big boy.
And I love him and his Buzz Lightyear underwear.