Potty training

From the minute Oliver was born I have been nervous about potty training.  I've always heard to start when the kid is ready and boys tend to train later.  Well, Oliver started potty training a little over a month ago.  I wasn't planning on starting then.  He only met 1/3 of the readiness signs in our book.  I got him some Thomas undies to have around the house to get him used to seeing them.  He immediately wanted to wear them.  He wore them all day long and only had one accident.  He used to sit on the toilet to pee, but then he couldn't make bubbles like daddy. Now he stands on the seat facing backwards.  You can't teach that.  

When I was growing up my parents taught me not to brag. And somewhere down the line I think I may have blended the line between bragging and being proud of an accomplishment.   When people ask how it's going I tend to downplay how well he's doing, especially to other moms with kids around the same age as Oliver.  I don't know why I do it.  It is not bragging to say, "I am proud of my son.  He has done really well potty training." Oh we have our days, like today when he had a puddle under him and sagging undies waiting for me when I got out of the shower.  He's learning, and I am really grateful that the accidents are getting less frequent.  I know that this could be so much harder, but it still a lot of work.  Just one more step towards being a big boy. I just need to make sure that my kids always know that I am proud of their accomplishments. Way to go Oliver!  I love you.