The Magic of M&Ms

Bear will be two and a half on July 10th.  His diapers are not getting any better and I'm hopeful to have him potty trained before he turns three.  The lil' munchkin was a breeze to potty train and we managed it in a matter of a few days.  Bear has been a little more reluctant with the potty seat preferring to use it as a step stool than any other type of stool...

But as the little guy progresses in age each day, I become more eager to train him in the fine motor skills of the bathroom.

I've stocked up on M&Ms and am ready for him.

I asked him last night if he wanted an M&M as I showed them to him.  He said yes, he did want one so I told him he had to sit on the potty for it.  In we went with Big Sis tagging along for moral support.  He dutifully allowed me to remove his diaper and he sat down on the potty seat.  I plopped an M&M in his mouth and he munched happily.  As I crooned as to what a big boy he was, he stated, "MORE M&Ms."  I looked at him and matter-of-factly told him, "Put peepee in the potty and you can have another one."  A look of concentration stretched across his face and he looked down.  I thought he might be actually going, but wasn't quite sure.  Another moment passed and sure enough, I saw the glorious stream of urine (I know I know - using glorious and urine in the same sentence is a little weird, but parents understand).  I began gushing about how proud I was of him!  Sis reached down to give him a congratulatory kiss on the cheek and Daddy came in to join in the festivities. 

I allowed him to put on his beloved "rocket" underpants and run around in those for a while and he knew he had done something really good.

I know we have a while to go, but let's just say I'm convinced of the magic that M&Ms hold and I have stocked up.