Finally.

Seeing as I blogged about Warner's potty training last winter, one might have assumed he was potty trained months ago. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He completely lost interest in the spring and refused to use the potty. Frustrated and exhausted, I decided to drop the issue for a while. I fought the battle intermittently, sometimes telling Warner he had to wear underwear, to which he would respond "No! I wear diaper!" and then a fit would ensue. It was not pretty.

A few weeks before his third birthday, we started talking about potty training again. Kevin and I would talk about how three year old's wear big boy underwear and use the potty. We told him that on his birthday, he wouldn't wear diapers anymore. I'm not sure why, but this approach worked. For the potty part. It was like the light bulb went off in Warner's head. After only a few accidents, he was soon running to the potty whenever he had to go, wearing underwear at preschool, during naptime, and even during the night. Amazing, right?

Well, the poop part wasn't so easy. Warner would tell me when he needed to poop, but once he got on the potty, he'd either say he didn't have to go anymore, or he didn't know how. We agonized over what to do, but something finally worked. When he needed to go, we put a diaper on him, then told him he could poop in it, but he needed to do it while he was sitting on the potty. Two nights ago, he did just that. So yesterday when he announced he needed to go, I told him to do what he did the night before, but this time he wouldn't wear a diaper. I left him alone in the bathroom, assuming it wouldn't work. 60 seconds later Warner yells "MOM! I pooped!"

I screamed. I jumped up and down. I cried. Warner wanted to save his poop to show Kevin when he got home from work, but thankfully he agreed to take his picture with it (don't worry I won't post that one) and then flush the poop. He got "a lot" of stickers for his potty chart and a whole bowl of candy corn for a reward. I'm sure he'll have a few more accidents, but he has pretty much sworn off of diapers, wanting me to put them away even. So I think I can safely say this boy is potty trained. Whew. One down, one to go.