Today we begin potty training in earnest for baby #2.
Please pray for me.
I knew this day would come. We started earlier with Angel (or at least I think we did - damned sleep-deprivation-induced-short-term-memory-loss!). Even when Victor started to ask to pee on the potty like his big brother, it never occurred to me that it might be time to start actual potty training. He was my baby - my last baby. He couldn't POSSIBLY be ready to leave diapers already.
Let's see: He's two-and-a-half. He mimics everything that big brother does. He's sleeping in a big boy bed and weighs 2 pounds less than my four-and-a-half year old. Oh, and he's peed on the potty religiously every night before bath for the past 3 months.
It would be nice to be out of diapers. He is becoming fiercely independent. He is a big boy.
Maybe that's the part that makes me sad...