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Day 3...

Today was day 3 of the 3 day potty boot camp. I'm not sure what I was expecting. I have felt very frustrated this evening with the Dudes. But, as I sit here typing and looking at their little potty charts for the day I feel silly that I was so frustrated this evening. They did great. I'm crazy to think they would be 100% accident free at 32 months old and 3 days in big boy underwear.
This morning started off great. The Dudes got up and we trotted them off to the bathroom. Owen went pee pee immediately. Carter did not. They had breakfast and we went upstairs. It was a full hour until Carter told me he had to go to the potty. But then he went. All morning I would tell the Dudes to "Tell Mommy when you have to go potty." And they would. There weren't as many false alarms this morning. When they said they had to potty they went potty. Mid morning Owen got really still and said he had to go poop. We ran to the bathroom. He sat down on the potty and went poop. A little bit later he tells me that he has to poop again. We trot off to the bathroom. Unfortunately he had already gone in his pants. I clean him up and remind him to tell me before he goes. Owen pooped in the potty 3 more times today. I'm not sure he was actually finishing his business and that's why we had so many trips. The only accident the Dudes had this morning was Owen's little poop incident. At nap time I put them in diapers. Partly because Carter's bed does not currently have a mattress protector on it and I didn't want to ruin the mattress. When I went to wake them up to go pick up Olivia from school Owen had unfastened his diaper. It was still on him, just not fastened. Both boys were dry. We went potty before we left the house and both boys went~a lot! We came home and my neighbor, H, came over to watch the boys so I could take Olivia for her ultrasound.
I won't lie. I was super nervous about leaving the boys this afternoon. I went over our routine and showed H where the extra underwear were. As we were getting ready to leave Carter got real still. I tried to catch him, but I was to late. He pooped in his pants. I sat him on the potty and told him poopy goes in the potty. He says "Okay Mommy."
While Olivia and I are gone I text H to check on her. She says all is going well. Whew! We come home after about 2 hours. Owen had pooped his pants. Again. I swear that kid was full of it today. Carter had peed his pants and peed on the potty. Win and Lose. I had to take Olivia to dance so I had the Dudes go potty before we left. Owen went. Carter didn't. Then peed his pants as we were walking out the door. Grrr....I change him and we take Olivia to dance. On the way home I hear "Uh Oh!" Carter peed his pants~again! We go in, change and play a while. Owen goes potty. Then pees in his pants. I decide to give them a bath. About 5 minutes after we get out of the bath Carter pees his pants. OMG!! Mr. Mayer and Olivia make it home with dinner. Through the course of the rest of the evening no one pees their pants. We manage to go potty a few times and it was finally bed time. I was ready for bed time tonight.
Reflecting back I can't count today as a failure. In fact, I think they are doing remarkably well. It took me years to get Olivia to use the potty and she still pees her pants. In fact she was about to get in the bath tonight and took her pants off. She had peed her pants. I asked why and she just shrugged her shoulders and said "I don't know." That's frustrating.
My conundrum is returning to real life. Ugh...we do great at home when it's just me and the Dudes. What happens when we let real life in and have to run errands and get busy? Yikes! We can't sit upstairs and hide forever. I'm working on letting go of some of my need to control the situation. It's as much potty training me as them. I will get in the habit of taking extra clothes with me when we go out. That is not a habit I'm currently in. I barely remember to take diapers with me.

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