I've been pep talking myself all night, gearing up for round 2 of potty training. Logan woke up this morning crying about an owie in his neck and running a temp. Since I suspect that it would be supremely bad form to attept to potty train a sick kid, he is currently ensconced in our bed, drinking juice, snuggling Monkey, wearing jammies and *sigh* a diaper.
Here's how things looked for most of the day.
He wins this round, but I'll be back. Muahaha.