MightyMax and PokeyPet

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?

Never.

Give my child candy for using the potty?

No thanks.

Pull-ups?

I don't think so. Too expensive.

I like the

when-they-are-ready-they-will-just-do-it

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."

Oh. Really?

At Grandma's house?

Great timing!

But, hey, fine by me!

He did have a a few accidents here and there

(mostly #2)

over the last month.

But the last 7 days have been accident-free!

Perfect.

Dear Preschool:

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.