6 accidents.
3 loads of laundry.
7 outfits.
15 (at least!) viewings of the potty video.
30 readings of "That's Not My Truck" while sitting on the potty.
1 use of the carpet cleaner.
Uncountable number of hours sitting in the bathroom waiting and waiting and waiting with no luck.
Seeing his face when he finally when he FINALLY went pee-pee on the potty and got his prize...
Totally worth it. And that was just today!
After he FINALLY went to the bathroom on the potty I cheered and danced and hollered as loudly as I could. He said, "You stop it. No yelling peas." So I toned it down and quietly did the potty dance. Then we called everyone we knew.
Feel free to do the potty dance with us. But no yelling peas.
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