It took what seemed like forever, but Mason is finally, officially potty-trained! We tried and failed (and gave up) many times over the past six months, but finally (at the encouragement of daycare) decided it was time to try a little harder. A few weeks ago we put Mason in training pants because it was obvious he thought Pull-Ups were the same things as diapers. The first week in training pants was accident after accident after accident. There was lots of laundry and tons of frustration during this phase. In spite of all the incentives we had in place for trying (M&M's from the giant M&M dispenser), going peepee (army guys), and going poopoo (Matchbox cars), Mason didn't even want to try. Slowly things started getting better. He started going at daycare from time to time, but still had accidents there and always had accidents at home. Eventually we had a breakthrough - one peepee. From there it got better, and got better fast. And now we've gone a full week without an accident!
I remember when Mason stopped drinking from a bottle and I thought at the time that being bottleless was such a wonderful accomplishment. Mostly because I didn't have to wash them anymore! But this is so much better. It's not so much the expense of diapers or trying to change them when Mason would rather be doing something else - it's the sense of pride we feel every time he has a success.
No potty pictures to share, but here's a fun one of Mason in the bathtub, with a "beard like daddy." Does Adam have a beard? No, but he gets awfully burly after just one day of not shaving. :)
