Head. Pants. Now.

I feel like there should be a child training service similar to those available for gun dogs.  You know, where you hand the kid off for a few months and they come back knowing an important skill.  With dogs, they come back knowing how to retrieve ducks, dove, quail, small children, etc. without being gun shy, barking or turning the boat over.  With kids, they could learn to drink from a cup, clean their rooms, or, most importantly, tee-tee and poop in the potty.  My guess is this service exists, but it is only for the fabulously wealthy or those that don't care if others shun them for not raising their own children. 

Anyhow, here's how we're dealing with the lack of proper potty training professionals:

Naked little boy butt.  Seriously cute, but potentially problematic (and before you ask, yes, his hand is where you think it is...he is a boy, afterall, oh, and that's the Georgia/Michigan State game on the TV, things were going well at this point, but that's for a different blog).

Here's how a potty epiphany happens in our house-

Me (or Wes):  Harry, do you have to go tee tee in the potty.
Harry: Noooo.
Me: You sure?
Harry:  Ok, tee tee in da pah-tee, ok.  Yay! (arms over head)
Me:  Yay! (arms also over head or this whole thing will get derailed)
Harry:  (running to potty) tee tee in pah-tee, tee tee in pah-tee, ok.
(miraculously, tee tee in potty)
Harry: Yay!
Me (and everyone that has come into the bathroom to witness this miraculous event):  Yay!
Harry:  Flush da pah-tee, Yay!
Me:  Yay!
Harry:  Hey (to everyone in ear shot) Hawwy tee tee in da pah-tee, YAY!
Everyone:  Yay!
Harry:  Yay!

Repeat 15 times in one day. 

This does not work for the poop.  He steadfastly refuses to do THAT in the potty.  Instead he brings us a diaper over and over until we finally relent out of fear of him developing some horrifying intestinal ailment and put it on him where he finally takes care of business.  Fabulous. 

Baby steps.  But, at least his butt is cute.