Pottie goes in the pot!

We are finally trying the whole potty training thing. I'm giving it until Monday, and we'll see from there. We did the whole talk thing, we have rewards, we have cool panties. (Sorry Ethan, they've always been panties to me, girl or boy. You can keep your "underwears" at your house!) We've quizzed Wayne on the "where does your potty go... in your panties or in the pot?" and he dutifully replies, "In the pot!" We've told him that if he learns to go potty in the pot, then he can go catch fishes with Grandpa. Of course, then he had to call Grandpa and tell him, "Go fishing!" We go to the bathroom every 45 minutes, and I didn't ever realize how much he pee'd before! Anyhow. We had one accident tonight, but in all fairness we had only been in panties for a few hours, and I missed the regular potty run because I was dealing with Weston. Mental note. Throw Weston in solitary confinement (aka the pack n play) and make a run for it when the timer goes off! He did go #2 in the toilet, so I guess that's good, right? We dance and cheer and have a whoop-hollerin' good time when he does it right. We'll keep you posted!