One Day at a Time...

Well, it's been several weeks since my last post, and those weeks have been arduous.  long.  testing.  We are potty training... I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

We jumped right in about two weeks ago with the no diaper, no underwear thing.  He just roams the house naked from the waist down, and I'll go out on a limb and say he's enjoying it.  It actually works quite well reminding him to go to the potty, but there are times when, say, he's 5 feet away from it and can't be bothered to make the trek.  Let's just say that when he gets a better handle on this, we would be wise to invest in some carpet cleaning.  I was quite impressed with Jude; almost immediately he took the initiative and went when he needed to go.  I didn't think he'd get the hang of it as quickly as he did.  Some days I'm so encouraged, and feel like we're almost there.  And then there are the days I feel as though he's regressing.  Those are dark days.  Days full of cleaning up urine.  I'm sure in a few months I'll look back on this and think to myself what an easy process it was, and not even remember the dark days.  That's what I'm counting on at least.  Because by then I'll have a new little one's bodily functions to clean up after.  I just have to remember, it's a process.  And to be patient.  Rome wasn't built in a day, right?