That's what you see when you come in our front room. A box. Full of cute little boy undies. That I keep ALMOST calling panties. So far I've caught myself every time. And next to the cute little undies? A yellow potty chair. In the front room. Nice, right? Well, it's working. Scotty has gone three nights in a row without going in his diaper. He wakes up dry and we run to the potty and he goes. Yay! Hopefully we're not celebrating too early. But? He seems to get it this time. He'll stop himself before he has an accident and yell "MOM! I NEED TO GO POTTY!" while he does the dance. Yesterday we had no pee accidents, and two almost accidents when he realized it wasn't a fart. Yep, he has a bit of trouble differentiating between a fart and a poo. He makes me show him his undies when he has what some call a "shart". Today he's told me every time he needs to go and no accidents. He's been up since 7:30. Awesome. So cross your fingers this keeps going well. Because on Sunday? He's wearing undies to Grandpa's for the Easter Egg hunt. And I'm packing a few extra sets of clothes. Just in case. In the meantime, we're not leaving the house.
