Potty training

Potty training...those two little words can bring such pain and yet some joy. The pain being having to go through the screaming of not wanting to go in the potty. The frustration of accidents. Oh but the joy! The joy of not having to buy anymore diapers. The joy of saving just a little bit of money. Wyatt threw the biggest temper tantram over having the 'wrong' diapers. Bad mommy that I am, I bought the wrong ones. He won't put on the pull-ups. Some would say that is a good thing. Less money spent. But being the anal person that I am...not looking forward to 'accidents' on my floor. While I will be diligent in taking him to the bathroom. I fear those accidents. Do I become the 'mean' mommy and put him on the potty while he's screaming? Or do I wait for him to tell me when he has to go? I'm thinking if it was his choice he would just go wherever! Oh, but what a big boy he is to even make that choice. I knew how close we were to doing this. Since he told me when he went 'poop.' Lol So here we go. This journey into potty training! Wish us luck!