We woke up Sunday and had breakfast. I would love to say that we started off with no accidents and the day was great. We had many more accidents and 2 times in the toilet. We decided to call someone to celebrate his going in the potty. I asked him who he wanted to call and he said, "Fireman Sam!" (His birthday party yesterday was at the Fire Museum.) I called my friend whose husband is a fireman, but no answer. So I called my sister and asked if Fireman Sam was there. My brother-in-law got on the phone and played a perfect Fireman Sam. Jack was very excited and loved having him tell him how proud he was of him.
The next time he went in the toilet, I asked him who he wanted to call this time. Nana? Grandma? No, he wanted Fireman Sam again. I called my BIL, but he didn't answer. I called my sister and she was feeding my niece and my BIL was in the backyard. So I asked her to use a deep voice. I am laughing typing this. It was awesome. She lowered her voice as much as she could and talked to Jack as Fireman Sam. I was laughing so hard. Jack thought he was talking to Fireman Sam and was smiling the whole time.
It wasn't a perfect day, but right when I started getting frustrated and wondering if he just wasn't ready, he would go in the toilet. Beer was opened and we celebrated too!
Night 2 - Jack woke up at 12:30 with wet PJs. We changed him, his sheets, and put him back to bed. He made it all the way until 8 and was dry!
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