Extra! Extra! Ben is potty trained! Ish...
After feeling no urgency to delve into the world of potty talk, potty trips, and of course, potty accidents for months now, I decided to give it a go for the following reasons: 1. he starts preschool tomorrow, so for consistency's sake in training, we were able to stay close to home for the past two weeks, 2. several of his same-age friends' moms were giving me good reports of success, and 3. compared to Katie Beth's little diapers, his make me want to faint...or worse.
So, off we went on the PT adventure. And as most of Ben's big-boy transitions have been, this has been easier so far than I expected (knock on wood). I ordered a bunch of supplies and motivational dvds/books, but by the time they arrived, he was doing so great that they are all sitting in their boxes waiting for their return trip to the Post Office.
He was just very excited about his own little potty, and for the first day or two, the only reward he needed was a sticker for his progress chart. In fact I was a little concerned that he was going to injure himself as hard as he was trying to use the potty - all for one little sticker! Once he had completed his chart, we moved on to M&Ms and now gummy bears, which I let him pick out for himself at the store.
As you'll see from his expressions, potty training is serious business for Benjamin TP. (ha! TP...get it?)
First pit stop of the morning