Magically, suddenly, toilet trained

The week after Isaac turned 2, way waaaaaay back in November, Isaac's daycare announced to us that he was going to be toilet trained. Oh really, we thought (cynically), doesn't seem like he's ready. I mean, he's taken no interest in the potty, has never sat on one, doesn't talk much about poop or pee (although he did tend to announce to us when he had a poop in his diaper). But the daycare thought he was ready and they were doing a big group at once so we thought we may as well try and not seem like bad parents in the eyes of the daycare workers (our prime motivating force for doing anything).

And so for the first 3 days of the grand experiment, we carried home big bags of wet clothes from the daycare, and he refused to pee on the potty at home, but would immediately pee on the floor the moment he stood up. Discouraged, we soldiered on. Day 4 brought a breakthrough at the daycare - only 1 accident all day! Day 2 - no accidents! Hooray! But wait, now it's the weekend and it's OUR turn to do the hard work.

That first weekend was, predictably, a grand disaster. Not a single pee or poop in the potty - he was back in diapers by Saturday afternoon. Hanging our heads in shame, we returned to daycare the following Monday and confessed that we hadn't been very good about keeping him in underwear during the weekend. When we went to pick him up Monday afternoon, we found he had been dry all day - no accidents! Reinvigorated, we returned home and - miracle of miracles - he peed on the potty. Then he pooped on the potty. And then, no joke, he was basically toilet-trained. He has had maybe 5 accidents in the last 3 months, and none in the last month. He is now napping in underwear and only wears a diaper at night time. We don't have to remind him to go to the bathroom - he always just announces when he has to go.

HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN