Getting on the Potty Train.

I have not posted about Micah's newest change because I have been in disbelief of his self initiative and motivation. He has virtually potty trained himself. Ok, let's not go that far...but as far as Micah and transitions go this has been one on the more simple side to say the least. We started free ballin it about a month ago anytime we were home and then each week we have gained more success. We've added pullups and big boy boxer briefs to our bottom half. The final test was vacation traveling and again to my surprise Micah did so great. He only had one accident and it was really our fault. Making that stop on the middle of a six lane highway not on my top things to do. We haven't mastered pooping...since those that know Bird know that he has to hop to get the brown trout out. But tee teeing is coming pretty naturally. Perfection we are not...a trip to Aunt Wenwe's led to two accidents but Micah is going alot. Now in case you are sick about my boastfulness, you know I always balance it with how we are advanced, yet not so much. The other end of the spectrum is we did decide to embark on the big boy bed movement. This has been a bad idea for so many reasons. I think for those who've yet to discover you should make the bed switch and THEN potty train; you live and you learn. But we've bought some cute sheets and started decorating a baseball room so by golly he's sleeping in the big boy bed! Micah slept on his own bed at the beach and we decided to continue that transition here at home. But, Micah isn't so keen on it as he is on saddling up to the potty. The big boy bed leaves room for so much freedom and fun that our little one hasn't experienced in two years. So he is livin' it up til at least midnight. Last night he cried tee tee four times and somehow mustered a trickle out every stinkin' time. Any suggestions on making this transition better let me know. Although I think it is our fault that with the potty training we basically gave him control in a trump card by being able to release himself from the big boy bed any time he feels a twinge of tee tee coming. I guess if nothing else we are training for the sleepless nights with the new baby. Which again I pray we don't regret all this work when Micah decides to regress with jealousy in a few months. Will he? Oh please say no!

*The picture above is one of our many stops on the way home from the beach. Whenever he said gotta we let him go. Unfortunately his blessed crocs are one less from all the pit stopping- we left one somewhere on the road from Pensacola. How sad! Our tire wheels have never been so clean though.