The potty training is progressing very nicely at my house. If I wanted to tempt fate, I’d say something along the lines of that there could be a very real possibility of Owen being able to wear big boy pants (during the day at least) by the end of summer. But I’m not so keen on giving fate the finger like that and inviting disaster, so we’re not saying that out loud.
In fact, just last night Owen figured out that he could make the pee^pees (hey, we’re all kinds of proper at my house) come out if he concentrated about it.
Which was really really great while he was sitting on the potty. Yay for big boy pee^pees in the potty!
However…
Not so great after getting off the potty and being chased through the living room and kitchen while I tried to catch him to wrangle a diaper on.
Have I mentioned how glad I am for hardwood this week?