Well, That's One Way To Stop

Everett is squarely in the middle of potty training. He has his good days and his bad days. Lately, he has been wearing big boy underpants and no pull up. This only works out one of two ways - either you're really proud of him or you're throwing away a pair of underwear.  The good news is he has not had any accidents in almost 3 days. The bad news is he has also not gone #2 in almost 3 days. While I did ask him to stop pooping in his pants. I didn't mean for him to stop pooping altogether.  Meggan leaves for her trip Sunday. If he hasn't either gone to the bathroom or exploded by then, I'm packing him in her luggage and sending him with her.