Potty Training: Day 4

Ok.

Back on Tuesday, when I wrote the post entitled "Potty Training:  Day 1,"  I was honestly thinking that it would only take a day or two, despite how horribly day one went.

Raise your hand if you are getting sick and tired of my potty-training posts.

Please accept my sincere apologies.

I will try to move on to other subjects soon.

Because that's why you all come here . . . right? 

For intriguing posts on what kind of creamer I like, my muffin top, my horrible camping hair, my crazykin in-laws, my goober parents, my diesel rig, and, of course, my smokin' hot Lumberjack:

Holla!

(Interruption:  I have no idea why people say "Holla!"  But they always look so joyous when they say it, so I thought I would try it out.  How'd I do?)

And without further ado, for I know you are all dying to know, here is how Day 4 went:

He woke up dry!

Holla!

(Man! I'm good!  Nailed it!)

He ran upstairs and hid in his room and pooped in his undies:  Fail.

But then . . . then ladies and gentlemen . . . my Handsome Dude, my 3rd born, the child who oft makes me question my existence as a stay-at-home-mom . . . my son went accident free from the hours of 8:27am until 7:35pm.

So, now, on this the 4th day of potty training, on the fourteenth day of the month of January, in the two thousandth and tenth year of our Lord, I will declare my son officially "almost (kind of, somewhat, but who knows what tomorrow will bring) there."

Yes.

My Handsome Dude had a much better day.

And I am glad.

For I needed him to have a much better day.

For I was going insane.

And we had Little Miss over for the day.

Isn't Little Miss cute?

Well . . . aren't they all cute?

*sigh*

Potty Training Day 4: Hopeful Win!

Holla!