We've passed the eight-year...I mean, one-week mark for potty training. And for all you sweet mama supporters who were sure something would click by now for Lil E, please keep the finger-crossing, faith and comments about how much potty training sucked for you too coming. I need them.
Lil E's still putting all those fine motor skills to work, mostly holding it until nap time or night time when we put on the evil Pull-Ups. Or as he excitedly referred to them yesterday: Oh! My pee undies!
So yeah, he gets it. He really gets it. And let's hope my mom is right that the iron will he's displaying will serve him well later in life. And let's hope that a brand new batch of construction stickers that he can stick on his scorned little plastic potty will work some magic (enticing, right?).