With much encouragement and prompting from my dear friend, I got off my (lazy?) behind two weeks ago and started potty training Camden.
I had been putting it off because I'm busy. But we're always busy. So the truth is I was putting it off because I didn't want to do the work it required.
You parents know what I mean - cleaning up the initial mistakes, constantly asking if they need to go potty, carrying extra sets of clothes and undies all the time, and toting a potty with me everywhere I go.
In my denial I told myself he wasn't ready.
But my friend said, "Camden is smart and he's with it. You can do it." and she was right, as usual.
So, here we are two weeks later wearing our very expensive, Avengers, little boy underwear.
Fully potty trained and yelling "TADA!" for our Daddy.
I can't believe we've actually made it back to diaper free from here.
We're just missing the picture of me, with more money in my pocket, yelling "TADA!" because the last potty training of my motherhood is done.