I've apparently been keeping you all in the dark on the development of fluid management. Here's the break-down:
Friday evening: 2 hours of pee perfection.
Saturday morning: Too many puddles to count. One small lake to speak of. A mother so spent she considered jumping off the potty train to be a diaper changing vagabond until further notice. And by 'further notice' I mean, when E is twelve.
Saturday afternoon: Diapers are our friends.
Sunday: Church and super bowl party = diapers are our friends.
Monday morning: We'll go with 60/40 in our favor, enough that said mother is talked away from jumping in front of the potty train.
Monday afternoon: Quit while we're ahead= diapers are our friends.
Tuesday: Potty Training? Huh? Who? No one here by that name, you must have the wrong address.
Wednesday 8:00am-7:00pm: NOT A DROP WHERE IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE, INCLUDING NAP TIME!
Thursday morning: Women's and childrens ministry= diapers are our friends.
Thursday afternoon: 100% accuracy w/ spidey-tighty-whities, chumps.
Friday: Why isn't your kid potty trained? Cuz mine is. 100% again today, including naptime! Who's the whiz kid now, playa!