HA. HA. HA.
Here we are, Conner turned three in November...and we are still working on it. But you know what? It's cool. Because Conner should be setting the pace, not me. And if that means that potty training is a process and on his time, then so be it.
But it's still a pretty freaking frustrating process.
Pee. Everywhere. Not really, but my poor carpets are grateful we own a shampooer and my washer is being used to it's full potential.
We first attempted the "every 15 minutes on the potty, underwear only, pantsless" method...
It failed. Miserably.
Conner was getting frustrated because he didn't want to sit on the potty yet again, and we were getting frustrated because he was frustrated and it was just a worthless battle. And it wasn't working. So recently I've scrapped it in favor of my own method...
Letting C Man take the lead.
He's generally great about sitting on the potty first thing in the morning and at night, so we always do that. During the day though, he's quite stubborn and so active that he doesn't want to stop playing to use the toilet. That's our biggest hurdle. So at the present moment our gameplan is giving Conner the choice each morning to wear underpants or a diaper. Either bottom he choses, I encourage toilet time often, though if he wets the underpants we go back to a diaper and try again a little later. And of course there are star stickers and m&ms for his potty successes! It's working for us. He isn't so frustrated and that makes this all easier even if it means the process is taking longer than the bitches on Pinterest (HAHA) or even some of my own friends.
He'll get there. And until then I will keep running my washer, shampooing the carpets, and giggling at the 800 pairs of tiny underpants hanging out all over my house (you never know where the mood for underpants may strike!)...
Oh, and wine. I'll be drinking wine.