Adventures in Potty Training

Fair Warning: The post below contains language regarding bodily fluids and may not be appropriate for those who are uninterested in potty training. You've been warned.

We haven't really committed to potty training yet, but Nathan has periodically showed some interest in using the potty. I think if we had committed to the cause, we could have trained him before Viv was born, but I actually think it's been easier to have them both in diapers for the time being rather than have him needing to go to the bathroom while I'm feeding Vivian resulting in accident after accident. Others who have experience with this and did potty train before the next baby came have said I probably made the right call, but we'll see. I hope we didn't miss our window.

We are toying around with the idea of going full force when we are at the cottage later this month, but I'll keep you updated on that. Anyway, we do have a couple small potties from Mom and Liz and Nathan LOVES peeing in them. It's pretty adorable how excited he gets about peeing in the potty. He isn't always in the mood to use it, but when he is it's like a potty PARTY.  He will go some, stand up, look at it, talk about it, and then say, "do more" and we can go on like this for 15 minutes or more. 

So yesterday we were doing another potty marathon, but I needed to do something in the kitchen for dinner. I left him in the bathroom with the potty (we had emptied it twice already so really, how much more could he have in him?) and figured he would be fine emptying an already empty potty. He was banging around in there for awhile and then came into the kitchen saying, "cloth please, mama." He had been helping me with a few of the sprinkles he'd left earlier, so I suspected there were a few drops here or there to clean up, but when we went into the bathroom with our cloth, this is what I found.

Apparently, he'd tried to clean up whatever mess there was on his own. I did have him go in to finish his "cleaning up" just for the photo. The best part was that I couldn't find any mess to speak of. The boy did some darn good "cleaning up."