Potty Training...The Saga Continues

As many of you know I've been trying to potty train this sweet little meowzers since October 2008. I tried to read, "How to Potty Train Your Child in One Day" but it took longer than a day to read, which I thought really defeated the purpose. We've had good days and bad days, days filled with "accidents" and days filled with hope. However, the 100% potty trained status has eluded us. By the time Cali was is his age she was not only potty trained, but could change his diaper too. So, I've learned that I can't compare the two.

This past weekend we took a trip to Castle Dale and Price by way of Salt Lake. We were a few minutes from Park City when Carter started to cry. He needed to go potty. Christian pulled over and threw the ice out of his McDonalds cup while I coaxed Carter into peeing in a cup. He refused to pee standing up {this may be a problem later in life} Finally the pressure was too much for his strong will and he released an Austin Power's style pee stream into the cup. Followed by much rejoicing and praising and celebrating!

We pulled into the outlet malls at Park City. Christian wanted to run in the adidas outlet for some new gym shoes. No sooner had we parked the car than Carter filled his pants with poop. So I took him and Cali to the freezing outdoor bathroom at the outlet malls. After 100 paper towels and a lot of tears we were sufficiently cleaned up. I threw the underpants away, and considered throwing his jeans away too. Thankfully we had packed extra clothes for the weekend, so I just thought I'd wash the jeans at my mom's house the next day.

Fast forward one hour. We met Bethany and Tyler at Costco in Murray to stock up on some essentials and get our RX's filled. Bethany was walking Carter around the store when he announced that he, "had to go potty!" Bethany ran him as fast as her little legs could take her to the front of the store and into the bathroom. No luck. He filled his pants with poop as they entered the bathroom stall.

After a $30.00 box of Pullups, a $20.00 box of wipes and another pair of underpants in the trash {sorry Lightening McQueen you didn't do anything to deserve this} we were again sufficiently clean. However, this pair of jeans {the second in two hours} was significantly more soiled than the previous pair. Like the true sister and friend she is, Bethany offered to take them home and wash them for me. She and Tyler rode home with Carter's poo pants so that we wouldn't have to. That's love.

So where does that leave us? Christian told Carter that if he doesn't poop his pants again...ever, we can go to Disneyland. I laughed at the bribe, but for some reason it is working. Each time he uses the potty he announces, "Now let's go to Disneyland!" I think he needs to prove himself for more than a week, but maybe Disneyland was just the incentive this meowzer needed.

Then yesterday he said to me, "Mom when I grow up and you turn back into a kid, I'll wipe your butt for you." Thanks Carter!