Ahhhhhh......yeahhhhhhhh. Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' bout. My boy! In underwear! And, diapers? Uhh, buh-bye. Like, forever. Man, that feels good to type that.
He turned two in July, so we are perhaps a little late in the game, but I am happy to be here now. And the best part? So is he! He's not fighting me (like he was 6 weeks ago) whenever I suggest using the potty. He actually WANTS to go and is proud of himself . Yippee!
Oh, and the singing little potty I previously described to you? We didn't even bother. We went straight for the big one. The real deal. We figured to remain consistent would be super important to his success, and we didn't want to muddle things up when we would be out somewhere sans little singing potty. We wanted him to be comfortable using the big potty so he could go no matter where we were (store, friend's house, restaurant, etc).
For once, we didn't have a crazy schedule over the weekend, so the timing was good to try and give potty training another go. We tested the waters a bit, and then went full steam ahead when we didn't get crazy pushback from him. We committed to dealing with accidents and messes, but we weren't going to look back. Underwear only (except for overnight). And it worked!
We even went to the park and out to eat while in training. No diapers. Scary, right? We packed a few extra sets of clothes for him before going, and we checked in with him often about needing to go, and we had no accidents. Whew!
We even got a special bonus this weekend: He learned how to ride his big boy bike (with training wheels). And there it is. The bitter sweetness of it all. My baby boy is being left behind. It's big boy time. Hooray! And sigh. And soft whimper.