Day Three of potty training proved that we are on the right track and that our big boy is on his way to being a bonafide big kid. Day One consisted of a strict no diaper rule with a side of heavy potty talk. We went through 6 pairs of undies and a nap diaper. On Day Two I started to get wise to the underpants substituting as a diaper and left them off so Angus could go commando most of the day. We had some accidents, but less laundry to do. We talked potty endlessly, read potty books and watched the Elmo's Potty Time DVD three times.
So, today was Day Three. A magical number for the boy about to turn three, I suppose. Angus was naked from the waist down from 9am to 2:30 and DID NOT GO. He toted his potty chair from room to room, and even stayed dry while we played outside. He simply held it in all day. I realized that if he could hold it that long, then he can certainly hold it until he gets to the right spot to go. So, after his nap he tried a few times to sneak away to poop, but I was on it. I would mosey on in with his potty and just sit it down near him and suggest he use it. After the third time I did this, he gave in and asked me to put it in the playroom and then he sat down and WENT. He got the funniest expression on his face when it happened, then he stood up and went, "Oh! Look! Poop in potty! I did it!"
It was a 1-2 combination platter. And it was the best birthday present ever. And the shittiest birthday present ever. Ba-dum-bum! He was rewarded with a cookie and later on that night he yelled "Angy poop in potty!" at the hostess who seated us at dinner. He knows he's the man.