Potty Training Follow Up

So... I believe that it wouldn't be premature to announce Liam officially potty trained.

I was really, really, really nervous about doing the whole cross country trip with a child in the midst of potty training. Yucky gas station potties. Lack of yucky gas station potties. You get the picture.

That boy didn't have one accident the whole drive. He even was able to get over the uniqueness of - to steal a quote from Driving Miss Daisy - "making water" on the side of the road. It was truly a proud moment in the annals of potty training. Liam even got cheers and a round of applause.

He's waking up at night to go to the bathroom and everything! I'm officially done with potty training!

*Cue the confetti and streamers*

The thirsty little poopy

the thirsty little poopy

or

it's coming!!

This is what potty training has come to in the household nowadays. I'm still not quite sure what "the thirsty little poopy" means, but I do know that I haven't had to change a dirty diaper/pull up in 2 days. Yes, this is what we mommies get excited about.

We have had a lot of false starts but I think this time might be it! Liam is on the potty more often than not these days. At times it's a little annoying, but there will be no complaints from me. He has also taken it upon himself to instruct me on how to praise him. "Say yay me mommy!"

He isn't just in it for the praise though. We are totally using the bribery method. He is all about the Canny! He get skittles for the #1s and in a kind of disturbing twist - milk duds for #2s.

No wonder he's on the potty all the time.

Killer Coiffure

Liam climbs up on our bed and sprawls across Jon's chest.

Liam: Can I get another haircut?

Jon: You just got a haircut last night.

Liam: pause...

Liam: pause...

Liam: pause...

Liam: This haircut is broken.

I hold it?

Liam was just sitting on my lap trying to avoid going to bed. PJ's had been applied. He knew what was coming...

As we sat there he made his move - he pulled out the front of my shirt and tried to shove his hand down my shirt. I did the normal reaction - block with the hand.

Liam: I want to see your tummy.
Mommy: Um...No.
Liam: What's down there?
Mommy: "Something".

Liam stops for a second.

Liam: I wanna see the something.

I finally get him to stop trying to grab me when he changes tact.

Liam: Where's your skin tag? (While making a grab for my neck)
Mommy: Ugh.
Liam: Can I hold it?

He did.

Nothing is sacred when you're a mommy.