We did it!
Our Max is potty-trained!
Actually, I did not do a thing.
Nada. Nix. Rien.
When Noah was 2 1/2,
I read a bunch of books,
talked to my sisters-in-law,
and decided to not do anything.
None of the methods I had heard about sounded good.
Stay at home all day?
Give my child candy for using the potty?
I don't think so. Too expensive.
I like the
approach much better.
Maybe I am just lazy...
I had been encouraging it for a few weeks
but Max just was not interested.
Fine by me.
Then, while visiting grandparents in Utah,
Max declared one day:
"I am not wearing a diaper today.
I am potty training."
At Grandma's house?
But, hey, fine by me!
He did have a a few accidents here and there
over the last month.
But the last 7 days have been accident-free!
Max is ready!
(Of course, now that I write this post,
he is going to have 3 accidents tomorrow.
But that is also fine by me.)
Did you see the pictures of our Lizard Hike in the last post?
Well, we actually took this short-horned lizard home with us.
Our first pet!
We gave him a home, fed him many live bugs,
watched his every move*, provided warmth and moisture,
checked out books about him,
found out she is a girl,
and named her Pokey.
*for a while
After 10 days we decided she would be happier in the wild
and brought her back to where we found her.
My kind of pet!
PS: The boys just acquired three new pets* today! Stinkbugs! The big one: Stinkbomb. The little ones: Stinkbean and Stinkbean. And that is what happens when your husband is an entomologist.
*Bugs don't really count as pets.