I've been dreading potty training Gilead for some time. Who hasn't heard how hard little boys are to train? A number of people have told not to even bother until he was three. But I just couldn't do it. Three? Another year in diapers? So, I took a deep breath, made sure we were equipped with big boy undies, treats, and sticker, and we dove in.
Thumbs up for filling up his first potty chart with stickers!
Celebratory ice cream. I've become a big fan of giving the siblings treats, too. Mercy became Gilead's biggest cheer leader in no time flat!
We're all very proud of him. He's definitely not a "little guy" anymore!