oliver jack vs. the potty part 2...

i honestly have not invested too much into the thought of jack going potty because i have not been ready to put the work into that task. i felt like he was going to be a tough case to crack because he is too 1) busy 2) stubborn 3) just plain aggravating. however, the week before we left for the beach he developed a terrible case of diaper rash. i figured that all of the fruit that we have been eating this summer was rough on his little belly and his bum payed the price. he just screamed and cried every time i needed to clean him up and at this point i started to reason with him. i told him that if he would wear underwear and go to the potty his bottom would not hurt anymore.

yep. i blamed the diapers.

i told my baby boy (who evidently is not really a baby anymore) that the diapers were mean and dirty and that they were hurting his bum.

that was the last time that he wore a diaper (except for sleeping at night).

now, that does not mean that we were without...umm...setbacks. in fact, i joked with kyle that for the first week i feared that we had only accomplished "house breaking" instead of "potty training".

oliver jack refused to go in a potty. instead he insisted on running outside and pulling down his pants and doing his business wherever he stopped. this usually was in plain view of the neighbors. but at least we were not wearing diapers. in fact, the first time he actually used a potty was at our first stop on the way to the beach.

he never had an accident at the pool, beach, or any time that we were out. that poor house took a beating. but outside the house remained unscathed by toddler fodder.

i do believe that it is safe to say that oliver jack now has ventured from diapers, to house broken, to officially potty trained in a matter of 2 weeks.

i feel i owe him an apology for expecting it to be a bit more difficult. but i will wait to give him that when he's changing my diapers one day.