***warning: this is post all about potty training, i won’t get gross (because deep down, i am a lady filled with decorum), but if you haven’t dealt with the drama that is potty training yet, proceed with caution. and, if you continue to read, i’m so glad you are here! oh, and i’ve written this over the course of a week….forgive me. i’ve been potty training. and, as i write this, i feel like i might need a little divine intervention.

phase 1: friday

the close of day #1. enough said.

i’m starting this post two glasses into a bottle of champagne on a friday night. a friday which the
mr. and i took off of work to embark on what is known as the “three day potty training boot camp.” first, if you aren’t yet a parent, or a parent to a child who hasn’t reached potty training age, i believe there are about 1% of children who can be fully potty trained (meaning no accidents day or night) in three days. but, with total focus on this child over a three-day period, i think you can get about 70% of the way there by the end of the weekend. (what do i know? i’m only twelve hours into this.)

so, to say that i feel like we are so far behind the 8-ball with potty training little mr. re-nest #2 would be the largest understatement of the year. like, we can’t even see the ball at this point. he’ll be 3-1/2 in november, and we’re just now starting this. (gasp.) but i have a whole basket of excuses (there wasn’t a good weekend during the summer when we could do it, there’s just not enough vacay days to do it, and my fave: he’ll figure it out on his own) – but now, it was time. he desperately wants to go to preschool (who can deny that kind of ambition?), and frankly, he was telling us when he was going in his diaper. so, mr. re-nest + i dove in head first and started on a gorgeous friday morning.

in all honestly, we’re currently batting at about 75% for the day between accidents + successes. not too shabby. and, about five hours in, i was feeling energetic. now, fifteen hours in, i can see my immediate future is going to be filled with carpet cleaners, lots of laundry, and making + re-making beds. don’t get me wrong: it’s all a part of the wonderful process. (in all honesty, we’re totally ready for this stage for our little guy.)

phase 2: saturday

little man woke us up at 2am, i ran into his room, and he told me he had to go potty! it was like the heavens opened up and the angels were singing. no joke. i was completely floored. he went. and, then gloriously, he went back to bed. then, he woke up dry. (y’all think i’m making this up, don’t you?)

saturday, we ended up at about a 90% for success vs. accidents. not a bad day at all. and, i mean, can you beat it when they wake up dry???

phase 3: sunday

our big kid.

once again, we are thinking this little guy is a potty training angel. and, by this third day, he totally
had it down. (well, mostly. no accidents, but every three minutes he “thinks he has to go.”)

overall, the weekend was a success. except for the fact that i can honestly say i had varying degrees of cramps in my back, hips + legs from contorting myself like a pretzel on the floor of our very small powder room for most of the weekend. that’s just showed me that i need more yoga in my life. or a bigger first floor bathroom. 

oh, yeah and i should also mention that with the potty training thing, we also thought it might be a good idea to move on over to the toddler bed….so, we added that on too. again, he’s handled all of this like a boss. 

phase 4: back to day care

he’s killing it. and, by this i mean, our day care provider + i are having to remind ourselves that he’s in the midst of potty training because this is seems too shockingly easy. the other (not-so) glorious addition to all of this is that he now insists on attending potty sessions with the whole family so he can then cheer for us. i mean, who can’t use a little extra encouragement throughout the day. even if it comes in the potty. 

in closing, i’ll leave this lil’ bit o’ preciousness for you….mr. re-nest happened to catch this adorable 
moment of our little (big) boy saying “bye, bye” to diapers for good. seeing this, i almost felt badly for making him give them up. but by now, i haven’t changed a diaper in a whole weekend, so i don’t feel that badly.