Potty Training

Warning: This post is not for the faint-of-heart, those with weak stomachs, or anyone else who doesn't like to read the words pee, poop, peeing, pooping, or Will's favorite - pookie.

As you can see in the picture above, Will is wearing underwear. In the last few weeks, he's started taking off his diaper when it's wet, folding it into a nice little pile and placing it gently on the floor. Then he runs around pants-less until someone notices. (He's going to LOOOOOVE reading this post when he's older). He's also been waking us up at 3 a.m. to announce that he needs a new diaper because the current one is wet.

So with that in mind, Glenn and I decided to begin the potty-training process this past weekend. We started off using a 3-day boot-camp potty training method and had mixed results. By 'mixed results' I mean, Will would use the toilet and then 15 minutes later, pee all over the kitchen floor. He pretty much peed or pooped on every surface in our house. He didn't grasp the idea that going to the bathroom is something you do in response to a bodily urge, he was under the impression that it's something you do when someone is standing there with a bag of M&M's. Some actors and actressses can cry on command. Our kid can poop on command. With all of the grunting and pushing that was going on, Glenn was getting concerned that Will was going to injure himself internally.

On Monday we sent him off to daycare with underwear and 5 outfits. By Monday night, Will was asking to go to the bathroom and only had two accidents while he was home. Now it's Tuesday and I can say that he seems to be understanding the difference between underwear and diapers and where everything goes. We are still having accidents but he's getting a little better about telling one of us when he needs to go. The M&M's are still helping but I'll worry about that later. As one of my co-workers pointed out to me last week, no one goes to college wearing diapers. Hopefully no one goes to college with a 5-lb bag of M&M's either.

In other news, I spent the better part of Friday morning perfecting Reina's mohawk. Yes, I used styling product on a 6-month old. Then I spent the next half hour trying to get a good picture. Cute picture but the hair gets lost in the busy tablecloth.

Awww, here we go, a side view. What a cutie! Reina, don't wear a mohawk when you are a teenager. Please.