Phase one is practicing and "training" at home. He knows how and gets the job done very well most days, with occasional "accidents" and more "on purposes". Sigh...
On to phase two...potty training in public. Restrooms, I mean. While out shopping, at the bank, in CostCo, at the park, etc.
Phase three is when they stop needing and wearing a diaper at night. We are not there yet. So back to phase two.
I was so afraid to venture out too far with him wearing his Lightning McQueen underwear beneath his Guess jeans. I was so used to having to run multiple errands over 2-3 hour stretches that I could not imagine trying to throw using many public restrooms into the mix. But I have. And he does well in public. So far, all of his accidents and "on purposes" have been at home. He acts like a pro in public. Somehow I have managed to get him, me, and Valentina and her diaper bag into the tiniest of stalls when nature calls. And he is not afraid of the automatic flush yet.
But those darn seat protectors!
Why would I be cursing a seat protector? Aren't those meant to protect you from any filthy disease just lurking around waiting to attach itself to your pants, your underwear, or your skin? I have been a faithful user of seat protectors until the other day.
We were in a public restroom and he was waiting patiently for me to pull the seat protector out and place it on his throne. While holding him on the toilet, he proceeded to position himself to make sure he was "aiming down". I noticed that I had forgotten to punch through the seat protector, but figured it was no big deal. Well, as he started to go, his aim down was redirected by that stubborn seat cover, and it ended up shooting right out at me. I was the one in need of a change of clothes and I was simply not prepared for that!
I think next time that I will just go back to the old fashioned way of making my own little seat protector out of toilet paper. You know, the kind that takes 3 minutes to make because you use like 30 sheets because some of the sheets act like they will stay put and then they fall in at the last minute so you have to start all over again. Takes a little more time, but dry clothes are worth it. I mean, I can't possibly pack us BOTH an extra pair of clothes, right?!