It's my potty and I'll cry if I want to

Our otherwise excellent potty-training adventure had a minor setback in February when we went to Nova Scotia. During the 18-hour train ride, Dex asked to use the potty a couple of times, but we discouraged him. (By way of defense: ever been on one of those trains? It's pretty tight in there and even if we did manage to fit a parent and two-year old, I didn't think it would be safe to hold a toddler hovering over that gaping hole of a toilet seat while the train was moving.) Unfortunately, after that trip, we noticed that he stopped asking to go.

Now, more than a month after that incident, he is finally getting it again. He's been going consistently in the morning and at night. And for two nights in a row, we had a number 2 special. Yay!

I can't wait for warmer weather when we get into heavy duty training -- less clothes and more time outdoors in case of "accidents."

This morning, apparently, Dex told his dad that he doesn't want to wear diapers anymore and he just wants to wear his underwear. This is going to be an interesting summer.