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I think I am the one who is toilet trained here.

CJ has been in underwear, no diapers at all, for about six weeks. He sleeps in underwear (no accidents for at least a month now), he wears underwear to school, on the bus, out and about, everywhere.

He hardly ever has pee accidents but that is because I remind him to use the toilet every hour or two.  I tried, once again, to back off and not remind him yesterday morning, and he had his first pee accident in a week.  So I am back to reminding him.

He still has most of his bowel movements in his underwear.  He isn’t trying to hold it anymore, but that was I think because I was acting too frustrated with his accidents.  So I backed off getting upset and just act calm instead.  And once in a while he goes on the toilet (with us reminding and asking him to).  Mostly, he goes in his underwear.

Small favors - he has, for his whole life, almost chosen to have his bowel movements exclusively at home.  So I don’t worry too much about taking him out and him having an accident.  Too much, at least.  I do worry a little.

I think we are at a plateau.  I guess I can say he started wearing underwear full time at four.  Will he be toilet trained at four?  No clue.

In an interesting aside, I have been digitally sorting old pictures, and I came across my first attempt at toilet training CJ.  By the date stamps on the camera it was February 2006, when he was about 20 months old. I was so excited I took pictures every time I sat him on the toilet.  That was short lived.  I think I still have nightmares about how well that attempt went.  I think I lasted two weeks before I threw in the towel, that time.  Two and a half years and more attempts later than I can count, at least we’re in underwear.

Maybe I’ll start earnestly training Alexa next week.  Because I am a glutton for punishment. 

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