Michael changed. Our son, the screamer, the tantrum-thrower, the mommy-clinger, changed. He became none of those things! I don't know if it was the friends we met...
or the chickens...
but he grew up a little there.
Really, it's affected his whole life! Today he decided he was finished with diapers. It went something like this:
"Mommy, I pooped." (A rare admission!)
"Ok, let's go change you."
"Mommy, I want to wear my underwear."
"Well, you can only wear your underwear when you pee in the toilet."
"Mommy, can I pee in the toilet?"
"Sure!" (Mommy does a mental dance of glee...)
He promptly peed in the toilet. So far, so good! We had two puddles on the floor afterwards within a half hour period. Not so good.
"Honey, if you don't pee in the toilet, you're going to dirty all your underwear and then we'll be in trouble."
"Mommy, I need to pee in the toilet."
He peed in the toilet and we haven't had an accident all day! Yippee!