"I went poopy on the potty and Margaret is standing, can you believe it?!?"

I would consider that Andrew was potty trained by 2.5. I am confident of this not because I was timely in documenting it, but because he was precisely 2.5 when Margaret was born and I recall being thrilled that we had passed that milestone prior to bringing home an infant. That said, I'll admit that it had been a LONG, hot summer reading Elmo Goes Potty in the powder room and that we had only mastered"#1". I thought #2 was going to be a piece of cake since he always went after breakfast. But as soon as we dropped the daily diapers, he waited for his nap or nighttime diapers. Enter Margaret into the mix, and we were suddenly not first time parents anymore and could care less if the kids was going poopy in his diapers. As long as he didn't need a diaper for Kindergarten, why did we care???

But shortly after 3 when he started going within 5 minutes of having it on, I declared that this was ridiculous. So we pulled the diaper at nap. And he went poopy in his big boy underpants. He did not call for me, so he sat there in it for his whole nap! So I pulled the underpants. He went in his bed. Again, he did not tell me, so he laid there with it for his whole nap! (Can you envision my head banging up against the wall!). Then one afternoon at the beginning of naptime, Andrew called me at work and enthusiastically shared that, "I went poopy on the potty and Margaret is standing up! Can you believe it?!?!?" No, sweet Andrew, I cannot. And I'm not sure which one makes me more proud:)