31 hours dry!

This weekend, we achieved a minor miracle -- over 24 hours of dry pants. Since it's only a little over a month into Potty Training Boot Camp, I think this is high achievement!

Saturday morning, I set the poor guy up for failure by leaving him in training pants and taking him to the zoo, with no idea on earth how we were going to do the potty thing there. Fortunately, he ran into one of the mist areas (it was darned hot!) and got soaked to the skin, so hey - his pants were wet, but unattributable. We changed into a pullup at noon after lunch, since we'd be in the car for awhile and potty availability at G-ma and Poppy's house was unclear.

But there *was* a potty seat available, and lo, he was still dry. And an hour later, he asked and went to the potty again, and was still dry. And we got home, and throughout the evening we had two requests to go potty, and he remained dry. And he asked to go potty right before bed, and to everyone's shock and amazement, he slept until 8:30 the next morning (a personal sleep-in record for a guy who is my 6:30 alarm clock most days) and WAS STILL DRY! And remained so (except when we were in the pool, and again -- unattributable) until around 7:00 that night -- by my calculations a full 31 hour stretch of dryness!

Last night? Not so dry. Two sets of wet pants AND an ew-factor incident. And this morning, his pullup was as full as its ever been when he decided to deign to go potty.

But life is full of movement forward, periods of greatness, backsliding, and then moving forward again -- and I'm starting to feel a little sad that there'll be a day soon when I won't have to say "Pick up your tuschie!" to slip a diaper under it, and his little butt will always run around in those little cloth underpants that make me want to knock him down on the ground and nibble on him, he's so cute in them.