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Further Toilet Training Adventures!

Little Man loves to test the boundaries. He learned to use the potty regularly in February, but does he? Of course not! Many days, his tiny toilet sits unused in the corner as he insists on going through his entire collection of reusable diapers. All 40 of them. Which makes for a fun extra wash day, I tell you!

Today is exceptional in that he didn't demand a diaper! He actually asked for his panties! I'm so glad we got him character underwear in both Minions and Cars, along with the normal training pants. Cars were his favorites, but over the past few weeks he's become obsessed with Minions. Meen-yon, as he calls them. Bah-dees!

Well, now it's 1pm. He's peed through every pair of Bah-dees. Which, of course, puts into motion a chain of stop-the-presses-run-to-the-potty-change-into-new-panties-clean-up-the-mess. EVERY. FREAKING. TIME. For 5 pairs of underpants. I'm definitely pulling out the carpet next year. That is, provided he's fully potty trained. That's a reachable goal, I think. No peeing on the floor when you're nearly four? Please?

Well, since he's gone through all of his Meen-yon panties, he's refusing to wear any of the other underwear. So now he's back in a diaper. Again. At least I can breathe easy for the next hour or two!

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