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Milestone: Dry All Day

I spent two weeks with Carl on the "proven Three-Day Potty Training method". For most of the time, it seemed like a couple of fruitless weeks of staying home and rushing to the toilet every thirty minutes while my incontinent son peed straight through his undies and across the carpet.  But just when I was about to give up, something clicked and he (finally) had his first dry day on the second-to-last week in April.

This was fortunate for me, since it was a critical week. My parents and my grandparents came and we all went to Provo for my brother's graduation. I had intended to give up when my family came to town but I just had this feeling that we were so close. I decided to be brave and keep Carl in underwear.

So scary.

But, then: elation! Let it be recorded: April 21, 2011 Carl was dry all day. He was so proud of himself, asking me to use the toilet everywhere we went: at convocation, at the restaurants, at the hotel, and all over the campus. And I was so proud of him.

I am sure that we will have a period of regression since we are now in a new apartment and I know (from previous experience) that it will be a long road to accident-free. However, we are done with diapers and the hardest part is over.

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