The boys have been doing a decent job with using the bathroom on their own. I say decent, because honestly, they are stubborn as hell and sometimes they just don’t want to. Even with prodding them / encouraging them / bribing them, one refused to poop on the toilet, and the other will poop in his pull-up just for fun.

This morning, I asked both little men if they needed to use the bathroom. When they said no, I made them try anyway. Following through is half the battle, right? I ran upstairs to scrub the bath tub and toilet (because my life is glamorous like that) and as the cleaning spray was permeating my nostrils, so was the smell of poop. Both boys squatted behind their sofa chairs and crapped their pants. For fun. Since they apparently think it’s a game; I decided to play along. Joseph is now wearing a leftover Hello Kitty pull-up and not one of his beloved Thomas the Train ones. He’s clearly not pleased with me, but I’m okay with that.