It appears that my son has gone and potty trained himself while I wasn’t looking. I heard the toilet flush earlier today, and I walked in there to find this:
He’s got the whole thing figured out, and I really haven’t done anything other than buy him a couple of potty videos and praise him when he uses his big boy potty. Now, he’s moved on to the real toilet, and he’ll just run in there to go during the day whenever he’s got his big boy underwear on. Pretty much my only role in the whole process right now is the designated underwear-taker-offer. So, I gotta be quick, or he’ll climb up there and pee with the darn things still on.
We’ve attempted to take him out of the house without his diapers on, and we kept asking him if he had to go, but he kept saying “no”. When Chris took him to the park, he had an accident, so I think the method to use outside of the house is where you just sit him on a potty every 20 minutes or so whether he says he has to go or not.
Ezra has always been a very tidy kid. If he spills ANYTHING, even water, he straight up freaks out. “oh no! oh no! oh no! oh no!” He won’t calm down until you go get a napkin and then let him clean up his spill. I think this has really helped with the potty training bit because he doesn’t like to be wet, so he runs right to the potty every time.
I’m so proud of the little butt-butt, and his biscuits look off-the-charts CUTE in those little Sesame Street undies. I pretty much can’t keep my hands off of them during the day.
Who needs to eat so much sugar when something as sweet as this is running around your house?