AKA, little boy underwear featuring his favorite cartoon character, Mickey Mouse.
He rarely wants to wear them, but each morning I ask if today will be an undies day, or a diaper day.
I often add, "Big boys wear undies. Big boys use the potty. Big boys get candy for pooks in the potty. Big boy undies are soooooo cool."
Usually he says, "Dee Dee pook in diaper. No unnies."
I think to spite me he says this!
But this particular morning he was ON BOARD for the undies and he kept them dry from 8 AM til the nap at noon.
We did have three separate pair, because while they were all dry, one pair was *soiled* (gag) and the other two... needed to be tossed in the laundry after their single use, apparently, as all diapers are tossed in the laundry as part of the diapering process I guess.
Perhaps I am dropping the ball here by not insisting my 25 month old comply with our regimen or perhaps I am getting more realistic.
We've been doing the potty learning for a year now, and he's had bladder control for eight months, easy. He's had the ability to communicate about pook for four months or so.
He's gaining the ability to understand cause and effect.
He's getting closer to pulling up and down unassisted.
He can saddle up onto the toilet, which has his Boon blue potty seat on top.
He understands the role of toilet paper and hand washing.
He communicates that he does in fact want to pook in his diaper, not the potty.
We're getting there.
Since I'm the one at home in the morning mopping up cereal messes and infant spit up, its usually my call if I feel up to mopping up a urine mess, too.
But apparently the *correct* way to potty train is like ripping off the band aid and JUST DOING IT.
Since I am kind of crazy in love with cloth diapering and still crazy as can be with two littles at home, I am not pressing the issue too far.
I feel more like cautiously peering under the band aid to see how things are going instead of ripping it off.
Hopefully by Christmas.
Hopefully of his own accord.