Will We Ever Be Done?

The potty training saga has officially turned into an epic. See the tent that Santa got them for Christmas? Pretty cool, right? They play in it constantly (well, until today when Kennedy wanted to carry it around so we finally took it down for a few hours), and last night that tent was the scene of the crime!

I have no idea why he was sitting on the table, but he was so cute, I had to snap his picture before I made him get down!

The whole "we don't have any underwear" excuse could only last until we got some underwear. So, now we have them (big thanks to those of you that sent them!!) and we're trying to put them on him whenever we are home. Last night he was running around, playing legos in the tent, wearing nothing but his underwear and socks. I asked him about every 10 minutes if he wanted to sit on the toilet, and every time it was a no. After about an hour, I hear Kennedy say, "Cade, why are your socks wet? You're getting the tent all wet!" And I realize that there's really only one way that my son's socks could get wet while he's in the tent in the middle of the living room. He had peed, of course!

For some reason, the kid really seems to abhor the simple act of sitting on the toilet. He still gets really excited about getting stickers after he pees, but most of the time he just doesn't want to stop long enough to see if he needs to go. This morning, we tried a new tactic. We attempted to have him use corn flakes for aim (in the absence of Cheerios or anything else circular!), and while he refused to stand, at least it encouraged him to get on the toilet. He had another accident this morning and then finally made it into the toilet before we left to run errands. I'm starting to wonder if we will ever be done potty training this kid!