I wasn't really planning on potty training Finn for a while, but, like, 2 months ago we were just chillin' around the house and I asked him if he wanted to wear some underwear. He readily agreed so we busted out the Thomas and Cars undies and slapped 'em on his cute little bum and he's been essentially accident-free ever since (at 2 years, 4 months old). I kept thinking I'd curse his progress if I posted about it, but I'm pretty confident now that there's no turning back from his "big boy" status. We put him to the ultimate "hold your urine challenge" when we opted for undies on the 7 hour drive to so-Cal we did last weekend (more on that trip later). I was nervous when he drank his full sippy cup twice each way, but no prob. Finn was fine with one scheduled pit stop each way and not even a "pull over to the side of the road pee." He is SUCH a good boy (in every way, not just potty training) and I don't even have to remind him to go.My little dude loves to play frisbee--like his daddy who is known to keep a frisbee convenient.Action shot (look out)!Brad didn't waste any time teaching him to pee in the bushes. A true boy. He loves it. I like the flower placement provided by the onlooking princess. She tried the bush-peeing once and Brad informed her that boys get to pee outside and girls get to wear dress-up, so pick one: pee or princess dress. No surprise which one she picked and she hasn't tried to pee outside since.
Funny Finn story:
So, I'm not an "I'm going to count to 3 and then...you're...er...going to be 'in trouble'" (what does "in trouble" mean anyway?) kind of mom. In fact, I've never tried the counting technique...until tonight. Finn did not want to go to bed because he wanted to keep kicking the soccer ball with me. He's always so obedient, especially when it comes to bedtime, that I didn't really know how to get him from throwing a tantrum in the entryway to cozy in his bed. So I told him: "I'm going to count to 3 and if you're not in your room by 3, I'm going to put you in there and you won't get a story or a song!" This gets his attention so I cross my fingers and start counting. "One...twoooo...." and he says, "count to ten." I cracked up but kept counting all the way to 10. Reluctantly, he made it to bed and earned his story and song. He just needed a little more time.
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