D is for Diapers no more?

Dare I say it?

The boys and I dug up the training potty out a couple of months ago. We were knee-deep in boxes of baby clothes to sort out for their upcoming cousin Jonas when Isaac stumbled across it. Of course they both thought it was cool as anything, if only because they hadn't seen it in at least a year.

I brought it upstairs and occasionally, when I'm thinking about changing Jacob's diaper, I'll ask him to sit on it to see if anything comes out. He is usually quite gracious in obliging me. He can even squeeze out a juicy fart while he's there. But it's obvious that he's just not that into it. He doesn't care to sit for very long. And, bless him, I knew he was only doing it because I was asking.

Enter Wednesday afternoon. Jacob sought me out when I was in a totally different room from him. He told me precisely this:

"Mommy, take diaper off. I want to pee on potty."

I did. And he did, probably about a teaspoon's worth of piddle. BUT not only did he come to me and insist on doing it the Big Boy Way, I will also have you know that his diaper was completely dry. So naturally Isaac and I screamed and shouted and made a huge fuss over how proud we were and Jacob was nearly beside himself with grinning.

Then again tonight at bathtime, when I stripped him down, I suggested he try peeing on the potty again. He promptly sat down and straightaway produced a decent amount of pee. At bedtime, I asked him to try for a repeat performance alongside his brother. Lo and behold, it was the same as before. And I lauded and magnified his glorious Jacob name and told him tales of the beautiful Big Boy Underpants that awaited him if he kept to this path. And his beautiful blue eyes grew with excitement at the possibilities such a future could hold.