This little guy is actually not so little. He is huge...like 100%+ huge. He has also refused to go potty on an actual potty. It has been a big struggle. And oh, am I tired of wiping the poop off of his big little toosh. The Artist and I have tried for 6-months to wean this child from diapers and have failed miserably. Being the great parents that we are, we finally gave up (Hey, we didn't go to college for nothing; we know when to admit defeat).
Well, about 30-days ago I felt a second wind coming on and geared up for another round of potty training battle. I told Sweet Boy that he had until his 4th birthday to wear his pull-ups and then they were going the way of the wind. We have been counting down the days so he wouldn't be surprised when the blessed day arrived. Today when he woke up, we threw the pull-ups away and he donned the treasured Thomas the Train underwear. I'm not gonna lie to ya, he looks super-cute in his undies.
I realize that it is only half-way through the day, but so far so good. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but it would be so great to have only one child in diapers instead of two. I'm crossing my fingers...and all my toes...and my eyes...and heck, I even put my hair in a braid...that THIS time potty training will stick.
Addendum: Well, I spoke too soon. No sooner had I pressed "Publish Post", then Mr. Smarty Pants told me that Sweet Boy had pooped in his Thomas underwear. When I looked at Sweet Boy, I realized that not only did he poop in his pants, but he peed also.
(My eye is twitching...can you see it...?)