Potty learning. The recap.

You may remember I recently spoke of the drudgery and frustration, exhaustion and "WHY ME?!" of my recent foray into ...POTTY TRAINING!!!  Well, it's been two months now, actually 2.5 months, since our journey began (Our meaning my son and I) and I am finally feeling confident enough to suggest, maybe simply whisper it out there to the ether that Ronan has, in fact, got it.  He's done folks.  And, it really wasn't that hard.  I know that first post  kind of set me up for an epic adventure involving months of slogging through wet training pants, but, really, it wasn't so bad.  I mean, sure, we had a few accidents, even recently, but I can tell they are accidents and not him slipping off the potty wagon, so to speak.  But really, for the most part, he's all good.  Goes without prompting, dry all night, pants on and off by himself, usually at least TRIES to wipe himself (although, I still have to go in for a clean up, because, well, you know, those little arms just aren't quite efficient enough yet to truly clean...).  I think I knew we turned a corner when Ronan finally, FINALLY told me that he had to use the potty when we were out in public a while back.  Up until then, even though he had been wearing (and keeping dry) his cotton undies for over a month, I still didn't consider him, well, really potty competent.  But I guess he is.  Right?

When did you consider your child to be potty proficient?  Want to share any tips for future potty trainers out there?

Quick! Quick!!

This afternoon, I took my darling little boy to see a movie.  Just me and he.  Toy Story 3.  (of course).  It was SUPER fun to have a little bonding with him and I think he appreciated the extra, special mommy-is-all-Ronan's, undiluted attention.  I do wish I had the time to spend more one on one time with both of my babies.  (cue the guilt).

Well, humorously, (of course, this is me, after all), Ro had to go potty THREE times during our short 2 hours in the movie theater.  (one trip for each Toy Story movie?)  So, being the daughter of a former Scoutmaster, I had my trusty Little Potty stowed in my tote bag.  (Yes, I'm packing a potty).  So, tragic flaw of this little potty... boy bits hit the front, causing stream of pee to shoot upwards and out over the edge and onto the floor.  This happened all three times.  First time, thought it was a fluke.  Second time, "is there a freaking crack in this thing?!" and third time, well, I just wadded up some TP and absorbed the mess.  What else can I do?  What other portable potty will fit in my tote bag?  And you know, after wiping that thing down each time (with my trust little cleaning wipes, of course, not just TP), I just shoved it back in my bag.  Nestled up against my phone, wallet and sunnies.  Who have I become?  I'm a woman who carries a toilet around with her, that's who.

We enjoyed the show.