Potty training is not fun. We went to the Olive Garden for dinner the other night. A special treat from Nana before she left to go home. We spent the ENTIRE time in the bathroom. They have been doing very well for awhile now, however, every once in awhile it becomes a game. A big game. Tonight was one of those nights. We ended up in the restroom EIGHT times. The last of which lasted for more than 10 minutes (with very little results if you know what I mean!). By the time we got back to the table, Mom had had everything wrapped up so we could eat it at home. Home, where the boys can go to the bathroom as many times as they would like!!
Our very serious waiter commented to mom, "I guess this wasn't a very enjoyable dinner, was it?" If they had only allowed us to move the table into the ladies restroom...
By the way, notice how one of Dalton's straps is hooked and one isn't? He threw a fit about having to wear shorts to the restaurant. The one strap deal was a compromise he reached with Nana! That child definitely has a mind of his own...