The ramblings of a thirty-something who finds herself clueless far more frequently than she would like.
Monday, June 4, 2012
An astonishment
I think my son just potty trained himself. After seeing what too much pressure can do to a potty training kid, I decided to stay hands off until Liam turned three. About three weeks ago, he asked to wear underwear. I said that was fine with me and he started wearing it all the time (except naps and night). The first week, I pretty much insisted he wear a diaper or pull up when we left the house. The second week, I gave him the choice and he chose to wear underwear all the time, but I made him try to go every 90 minutes. This past week, he has just told him when he has to go. He hasn't had an accident in over a week and the two little ones that he had in the two weeks previous to that were at home. Up until today, he just went poop at nap time or first thing in the morning, but today he successfully did that in the potty, too. I don't expect that the journey is over, but I am amazed that he is basically potty trained and I didn't really have to do anything or clean up messes.
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