adventures in potty training

I have to say, after a long summer,
I think we're getting somewhere.
In fact, I think I would say John Mark is 90% potty trained.

Ok, ok, so maybe it's more like 85%...

Anyway, I've learned some things through this whole process.

For example,
Just because he says he wants to wear big boy underwear,
and he promises to tell you when he needs to potty,
doesn't mean he will.

In fact, he might just empty his bladder right there,
while looking at himself in the mirror,
leaving a giant puddle in the floor of the store.

And just when I convince myself he's too young,
that maybe he can't control it yet...

I find him in a friend's playhouse,
"maybe going poop"
And when I beg him to hold it,
he actually makes it to the potty.
Thus proving to me that this is a matter of the will.

And the will in question...
well, it's pretty darn strong.

I've also discovered that potty training leads to some interesting
(and by interesting, i mean hilarious) conversations...

Like the day he announced...
"Mommy, i need to pee-pee FIRST
so my poop has something so swim in."