Wow! My 500th Post!

Maybe I should make a cake.

Or not.

Anyhow, I was motivated to post about Noah. I had once pondered on this blog whether the dog or Noah would be completely potty trained, 24/7 first. Since I don't trust the dog never to have another accident in the house, I have to name Noah the winner.

He does pretty well during the day. I know, he's six, you say, he should have this down by now. If he was the typical six year old he probably would. However, he inherited my thimble sized bladder and an inability to tear himself away from what he is doing. Put those together and you get accidents every blue moon. He can stay dry if he wants to, but sometimes he just forgets he can't "hold it" until his mind is ready to stop what it is doing and listen to his body. His stubbornness surpasses all bounds. Really, it does.

And, yes, I have talked to his doctor about this numerous times over the years. He says Noah is fine, no medical intervention is necessary and that some kids don't have full bladder maturity until as late as 8 years old. So no worries in the medical arena.

So the day is pretty much A-ok. The night we had problems with. Mostly because getting up every few hours to take him to the bathroom was not happening. Mommy needs her sleep people. So we used pull-ups and Noah hated them. I finally gave in on Sunday night, cursing myself for letting him rip all his pull-ups into little cotton piles through my stuffy nose, knowing that I would get little sleep in my sickly state. But, he was done. He was ready. I had to step up.

First night we had three accidents. Each time we changed him, his sheets and were kind. "It's okay, it's just the first night, you will get this!" we said. After that . . . nothing. He got it. We get him up 2-3 times a night and sometimes he gets up on his own. It was that easy.

I am officially done with diapers, pull-ups and all related paraphernalia.

Thank God.