Potty Parables

I know, I know I say it all the time. I cannot get over how different these two boys are. From ultra sound, through birth to around age one they looked so similar at particular stages/ages. But looks don't mean a thing. They each surprise me with their wisdom, whit, and smarts in their own ways. Joseph is very book smart, he loves letters, numbers, reading, colours, and matching.

Trent on the other hand is all about singing, dancing and throwing caution to the wind... or throwing whatever is in his hand. Trent could care less if he gets the blue ball in the blue hole of the ball basher, however it drives Joseph nuts to have the wrong coloured ball in a certain slot.

When it came to potty training, Big Daddy and I struggled with it in a big way with Joseph, he wasn't interested and could care less about telling us when he needed to go, wouldn't pull up or take down his own pants. We are forever reminding him to go. So when it came time to even think about training with Trent we both shyed away from the thought of it. But finally we sucked it up and spent some time on the bathroom floor entertaining Trent while he learned to use the potty. Low and behold he caught on to toilet learning like white on rice. In less than a week we are full on undies all day long and diapers are only a thing of the night. Trent is open and honest and tells us more than need be when he needs to do his thing and helps out with removing his clothing.

I am shocked at how smoothly this has gone... but happily surprised. It has been so easy *knock on wood* I am sure we will have accidents and occasions where things aren't so easy. But for the time being I will enjoy his new found freedom.

If there is one thing I have learned throughout child rearing that the best plan of attack is to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Murphy's Law seems to be the key to my life, if I expect something to go well, it never does. So, is it pessimistic of me to prepare for the worst and always be pleasantly surprised with the best? Or is that considered reverse psychology since I am doing it on purpose?
Whatever it may be... You learn quickly in the life of motherhood that a good rule of thumb is to take along more diapers that you will ever possibly need because the time you only take along a few it won't be enough.