Four weeks ago, when MDO ended for Summer break, we put Wog in big boy underwear and hoped for the best.  You see, I am a very structured person and lover of rules and guidelines, except when it comes to parenting chores (and, yes, potty training is a chore and if you enjoyed it, I might be inclined to call you strange to your face).  I’ve found that the occasional strong-willedness of my children can reduce me to an pile of inconsistent mush. 

So, enter my “let’s try this and see what happens” method of parenting.  (It’ll be all the rage soon–you’ll see.)  And WOW, were we surprised!  After the first day, there were no accidents of the “tee-tee” variety.  And after four long, excrutiatingly messy, tear-filled days,  he was dropping twosies in the potty like nobody’s business. 

I’m almost embarrassed to tell you that he didn’t even wet at night.  He started off sleeping in a Pull Up, but it was dry every single morning.  So, when he started asking to sleep in his underwear, I let him.  Two nights ago, he woke up at 11:30 at night, found his daddy, and enlisted him to help find the potty in the dark.  I may have teared up with pride.

Before you hate me with my innovative parenting techniques and my genius child for our easy trek to freedom from the grips of Huggies, you should know that  the Shoe house is not without it’s casualties.  My uber cool shower curtain, the only one in existence on the planet that matches the icky green tile in my bathroom, was lost in one of the great Wog/poo clean up of 2009. 

Rest in peace, fair tropical stripes.

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