I think he's potty trained! He knows when he needs to go and most of the time he does it on his own. Now if only I could teach him how to wipe correctly. The other day I was one the phone and he came up and sat on my lap. When the phone call ended and I stood up, what did I find on my light colored pants? Yup, a smear from you know where. I didn't even know he had just gone potty. Oops!
Each time he had success in the potty we had a mini celebration. Now that he has success all the time(I say that lightly), how do I keep him from celebrating in public restrooms when I go? I'm pretty sure the rest of the world doesn't care if I went poo poo or pee pee. Or as Camden often says in a scary monster voice, "a big big big poo poo".
You're next Jace!