Potty talk

James is in big-boy underwear (of course we are having pee-pee accidents left and right) and for the first time he is telling me when he goes. He comes running to me wanting to wear dry ones. He wanted to wear Lightening McQueen after he’d peed on them (I make him sit on the potty after every incident) so I put the wet ones back on him and he did not like that very much. We’ll see how it goes. I’ve got (or he’s got) 12 pair of underwear and we’ll wear them at home (the diapers, even though they’re cloth aren’t making any progress whatsoever toward being potty trained or toilet learned or whatever you want to label it) and I’ll wash ‘em with Lowell’s cloth diapers. Overall, it’s less to wash a pair of underwear than a cloth diaper. Less bulk. Less space. Less work (don’t have to stuff his underwear).

When we first bought his potty (way back when) we had super success with it. He peed in it and pooped in it lots. Then when Lowell was born he refused. So we’re just now getting back into the swing of things as far as that part of growing up goes.

We’ve also started giving him rules. Like… Juice only in a cup, only at the dinner table. Water only in sippies. No fingers allowed in the juice cup (loves stuffing his hand into his beverage). No feet where we eat. Stuff like that. Trying to establish some manners in my little toddler caveman.