We’re potty training.
Totally not my idea, I might point out. Potty training is best in spring or summer, when kids run around in shorts and washable sandals. Not in the thick of winter, when you wear pants and shoes and socks and, you know, a hundred other layers.
But last week Shep refused to put on a diaper. We’ve had this happen a few times, and after a short stint in underwear, he goes back to his old ways. A modern day boy-who-cried-underwear, if you will, so I wasn’t really believing it would stick. But it seems to be.
I’m really looking forward to only having one in diapers, but omigosh, this potty training business is for the birds. And since he’s starting a little young? I have a feeling we’re in for a long road…