The Boy is potty training at school, but at home, he does little more than sit for a minute or two. I'm not really worried or pushing it, but if necessary, I might resort to bribery if he continues to use the toilet at school, but not home. We'll see.
I know I said on his own time, and really I'm cool with that, but why is he going at school and not home? So far I have it narrowed down to peer pressure and hand washing. Peer pressure... well, that's obvious. His classmates are going, so he wants to go too! Also, he LOVES to wash his hands. With soap. The sink in his classroom's bathroom is just the right height for a toddler. So is the soap. Dangerous combination.
The Boy's teacher also says that he knows what he wants and when he wants it. I wonder who he gets that from? Anyway, he wants to go at school, so he does. He doesn't want to go at home, so he doesn't.
What does this have to do with fuzzi bunz? Nothing really. He's still wearing them at home, and we still love them. I don't know why it took me so long to start using cloth. LOVE 'EM!
However, sometimes The Boy asks for a pull-up. That's fine. Other times he wants to wear big boy underwear, and that's fine too. Messy, but fine. Tonight, he decided he didn't want to wear anything. That was fine too. He stayed dry for several hours, but then he fell asleep nursing without anything on. Oops.
Potty training. Who knew it was so complicated?