A Big Boy in Big Boy Underwears

One day, about 3 weeks ago, Tate came to me and said "Momma, I want to go to the potty." At this point, I had conceded to the reality that I would be changing diapers FOREVER. You see, Tate loves to sit on the potty, and he will sit there for a VERY LONG TIME. We are talking 30 or 40 minutes. And, in all this time spent sitting on the potty, never once did it produce anything worth flushing. And, when I say nothing, not even one little drop. But, as soon as he was off the potty and the diaper was back on, well, you know . . .

So, on this particular occasion when he came to me asking to sit on the potty, I looked at my watch, made sure I had an hour to waste, and agreed, fully expecting it would result in nothing. I am not exaggerating when I say on this occasion, he sat there for maybe 20 seconds and peed, got really excited (me, too), sat back down and peed 5 more times. He then asked to wear his big boy underpants. I reluctantly agreed. He did not have an accident for 3 days.

So, here we are, three weeks later, and dare I say, we are potty-trained for "number 1". It is the number 2 that is proving to be difficult. He simply refuses to go. I am holding out hope that maybe one day he will just decide that he wants to do it, and do it. It is really how he has done everything so far, I don't know why I would now expect him to do anything because I WANT HIM TO DO IT.

But, for now, I am feeling a huge relief from the torture that is changing the diapers of an almost 3 year old. . . . .