Toilet training scares me. It is a daunting, exhausting battle of wills that I am not enjoying.

I’ve done everything the experts tell you to. We’ve purchased a potty. We’ve talked about it. We’ve invited Jonas to the bathroom with us. We point out when he does it. We’ve let him run naked (puddles everywhere). I’ve tried bribes, but I don’t think he get’s the concept, which is probably a good thing seeing as how I would gladly spend hundreds of dollars on anything he wants to end the poopy diapers. Really people, changing the diapers on a two year old is like changing the pants on a hobo. Just plain gross. He’s gone on the potty a few sporadic times and we’ve made a big fuss over it, but that’s it. He is pretty much not interested. One day when I was really pushing the issue he complacently sat on the toilet ( he doesn’t like the potty), grabbed his man parts and proceeded to yell, “It’s Stuck! It’s Stuck!” Needless to say, he didn’t have to go. Recently I realized that all three of his buddies are toilet trained. I am hoping he gets peer pressured into it.

Monday we went out of the house to run some errands. I had a big list of places to go and things to do. We ran a few errands, then got to the scrapbook store where I needed to pick up black cardstock. My friends was working so she set Jonas up in the crop room with coloring crayons and paper so I could go browse the new stuff. Things were going beautifully. Then my friend finds me and lets me know that Jonas is in the restroom and he needs me. I figured he was playing with the faucet. So I head to the restroom to find my two year old with his shorts around his ankles, soggy diaper swagged around one thigh, sitting on the potty as if this is what he does every day.

I was caught completely off guard. I didn’t even have diapers on me; they were in the car. So I removed the soggy one from his thigh and told him to sit tight until I got the diaper. I was feeling very positive about this and what it could mean for future potty training attempts.

He hasn’t gone on the potty since. Maybe we need to camp out at the scrapbook store so he can use their potty. Whatever the trick is, I just bought another pack of diapers at the grocery store.