Light at the end of the potty: Potty Training Day 3

I'm just going to say it: as occasionally gross and always exhausting as potty training can be, it's still better than changing the diapers of a 36-pound person saying, "Yeah, I'm really gross."

Two and a half days after my "set" date, and I'd say progress is certainly being made. The Big One had just three accidents today, and one is more my fault than his.

He kept his pants nice and dry all morning, but at 11:45 (ten minutes after using the potty) he ran up to me and said, "Mommy, use potty!" I told him to go for it, followed 20 seconds behind, and walked in just in time to see him carrying a pair of loaded poopy pants into his room. Whoops.

The second accident was my fault. I put the kids down for a nap, and decided to rest myself. Well, around 2:30 I heard something in the hall, but didn't give it much thought ... and fifteen minutes later I realized I should probably pay attention to small noises since I'm potty training a toddler. Sure enough, the Big One was hanging out in the hallway, completely wet. My guess is that he went not long after he went down, and just didn't know what to do with himself.


Three is certainly better than eight, which is itself better than the 20+ he had over the summer. I'm hoping things will only get better from here.

We did make a decision about night-training: it's going to wait. Both Saturday and Sunday morning the kiddo woke up completely soaked and miserable. He has yet to wake up dry in the morning, so despite being ready for daytime training I just don't think he's ready for night training. Tonight we're giving pull-ups a try, and hopefully he'll sleep better, and continue to make progress.