Baby M's potty training has been going okay. He tells us most of the times when he has to poop... it's the pee that's a bit more inconsistent, or rather, non-existent. He's been wearing underwear at daycare for the past few days. He hasn't managed to get through the day without an accident yet, but he's getting better. Big sister K wasn't fully potty trained until she turned two years and four months, so that's what I'm holding my standards to. It didn't take her very long though; I remember we started later with her.
So tonight, M was busy cleaning the house while I was in the kitchen doing dishes. Big sister K was helping daddy in the living room, but we lost sight of baby M for a few minutes. As soon as I got done with the dishes, I called out to him, but he didn't respond. The lights were all off upstairs, so I didn't think he would be up there. I made my way to the family room and didn't find him there. I went upstairs, and to my surprise, he was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet in the dark. He had taken his pants and diaper off, and with the help of a stool, managed to climb onto the toilet all by himself. He threw his diaper in the garbage and was holding onto his pants with a proud smile on his face. At the sight of him, I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. All I know is that I can't take my eyes off this boy for one second!