Let the potty training begin!

Wish us luck. I think we're going to need it. The potty training begins in earnest tomorrow. I'm a little scared. I think Stian is going to be resistant. He hates change. And he's not particularly interested in being a "big kid." But we've been mentally preparing him for it for awhile. And I think if we waited around for him to declare he was ready, he'd be 16.

I don't know if you ever noticed, but Stian is a big kid. He doesn't fit into the trainers I can buy at the store. So I had to make him a bunch of pairs. I'm rather proud of them as sewing machines and I do not get along. It took a lot of time and patience. I'm lucky I didn't end up institutionalized in some way - either in prison from going on a murderous rampage or a mental ward from losing my mind. But aren't they cute? The fabric store had a very small and sad selection of knit fabrics, but fortunately my mom still had some cute prints left over from when she tried her hand at making Stian diapers.