It is official, Nash is potty trained. Why is this blog worthy? Because I am convinced that aside from the problems that may come with puberty and adolescence, potting training is the worst part of parenthood. So, I feel that with the small exception of giving birth later this year, potty training Nash will be my biggest accomplishment of 2010. Our entire family worked so hard at accomplishing this goal. We read books, watched movies, tried bribery, punishment, and a long list of other methods to get this kid to use the toilet, all to no avail. Atley even drew him explicit pictures to illustrate how and where urine leaves the body. However, Nash absolutely refused. Then suddenly a week ago last Sunday I caught him carrying all of his diapers into the baby's new room and he told me he was through with them. I thought, "Yeah, right!" But, he hasn't had an accident since. He stays dry all night while still taking his sippy cup of milk to bed. I guess it just had to be his idea. Surprise! Surprise!
