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Potty Training Finale

This shall be my last post about potty training, because frankly, I'm getting sick of writing about it and I'm sure you are tired of reading about it. So here is the conclusion to our potty training saga:

Benjamin is still currently wearing underwear during the day, including nap time. He does his business in the toilet about 80% of the time, which is a pretty good number considering he just turned 21 months yesterday. At night, he wears a cloth diaper because I just couldn't handle changing his pajamas and sheets twice a night anymore. Neither one of us were sleeping well and our day was starting off wet and grumpy. He being wet, me being grumpy, that is. This is not a fun way to greet the morning, by the way.

I chose to put him in a cloth diaper instead of a disposable because I didn't want him to think we were going back to diapers, since we had made a big production of throwing them away when we started this journey. So even though he pees in the cloth one every night, he still sleeps soundly and I just trade it for his big boy underwear when he gets up in the morning. I tell him that the cloth diaper is his "nightime underwear." I figure when he gets a little older and is waking up dry more often than wet, we will reintroduce underwear for bedtime. Until then, bring on the Fuzzi-Bunz! (That's the brand of diaper we are using. Side note-cloth diapers come in all kinds of fun colors and prints! I can't believe I've missed out on this accessory market all these months!)

So would I call Benjamin potty trained? Well...sort of. I still ask him several times a day if he needs to use the restroom. We still have about one or two accidents a day. I would say that are in the process of potty training and he is close to being completely there. However, thinking about the fact that just a month ago I was changing 5-10 diapers a day, swapping out a pair of wet Elmo underwear for a dry set once or twice is a walk in the park. Now if I could just wean him off of the M&M rewards...

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