Potty Time!

He's three years old.  Got that way on September 19th this year.  'Bout time to train him I say to myself.  Mmmm, but he's my baby...my little man!  Yes he is, says the angel on my shoulder, but he's growing up and he can do it.  Fine, I tell myself.  I'll work with him a little at a time and it won't take too long.... tee, hee!  So now it's 3 months later and still in diapers.  But...it's getting better.  Sometimes he'll tell me potty, but most of the time I have to do the asking.  All part of the training.  I know I won't regret the money I'll save, but, it will just be another reminder that my littlest one is growing up.  It's not fair of me to want him to be a baby all of his life, so that is why I try to enjoy every single day with him.  Even the days when Godzilla is breathing fire and destroying the villages.