On New Year's Eve day our 3 year old finally decided to join the ranks of official "potty trainers." We've periodically tried for many, many months and he has consistently ended up wet if I am not setting a timer and dashing to the pot every 30 minutes. My potty training philosophy has therefore been, to try for a couple hours, and when he has an accident we're done for a few weeks. Well, on December 31, 2013, the hours kept passing, and he remained dry. He wore a diaper on that day and switched to undies the next. He's been proudly sporting undies ever since, with only a few pee pee accidents.
As great as it would be to continue filling this post with brag after brag about how genius my boy is on the pot, it's not the end of the story. Unfortunately, he appears to be certain that pooping on the pot is going to be a nightmarish experience. No surprise here. This is par for the course with our kids. They've all avoided the pot like the plague when number 2 time is calling. We spent the first week reminding him that we are here to help and that we will even get him a diaper to poop in if he is afraid. He just has to ask us. He doesn't though. He has made it clear he can hear us though. He just likes to do things his own way.
The Imminent Poopy Explosion: