Adventures in Potty Training

You know you're potty training when not having to clean poop out of underwear makes for a REALLY good day.

So, I've been forcing myself to finally potty train Porter. I know, he's going to be four next month, but for some reason I just had a major mental block on this. I've been half heartedly doing this for about 6 months now. But pull-ups were still my best friend. So, on Sunday after church, Scott goes to change him and we realize that we have NO pull-ups. So, Scott looks at me, I look at him and I say, "Hum. I guess we are potty training Porter." So all of Monday, I had to force myself NOT to go buy some more. I don't think he made it to the toilette once. Miserable day. On Tuesday, something clicked. I think he figured out that Mom was serious this time and if he didn't want to spend his day wet, he'd better get on the ball. Not one accident since. Two days and counting!! Can't you hear the angel choirs singing the Hallelujah chorus?

My son is such a strange kid. He makes me laugh. So, yesterday, we were trying to get him to poop on the potty (he didn't poop all day Tuesday). I'm thinking this kids has got to be backed up and I kept sitting him down and making him stay for a long time. So, he was trying to entertain himself. He kept pointing at his toes and saying, "Mom, look!" and when I'd look, he'd smack me upside the head! And I fell for it like three times! Just shows how mushy my brain has gotten. And then he starts doing these karate moves, while sitting on the toilette. And he insisted that Grandpa (my dad) had taught him his moves. Now, I've racked my brain, but I don't think I have EVER seen my dad doing karate moves. Cowboy shuffled, sure, but not karate moves. Where does he come up with this stuff? And yes, he did finally poop in the potty!!