  On Friday, Aidan only had one accident all day, and that was when he was napping so it wasn't exactly a traditional accident. Then yesterday was the big day of bm accidents and today was the big day of no bm accidents, but plenty of the other kind.
On average, there is definite improvement, but little failures abound. Like when he wakes up in the morning and takes off his pull-up and goes right there on the bed and then calls us to wake up because he's had an accident. That one really sucked at 6:30 this morning. He holds himself a lot when he's just running around. The best we can figure is that he's not used to the boys bouncing since a diaper has always held them close until now.
The other day he was watching me pee and he told me to remember to push my penis down into the toilette. I smiled and thanked him for the reminder. One of these days it's going to be pretty funny when he realizes that I don't have a penis! Now that he's working on potty training, he's more aware of body parts, so I imagine that day isn't too far away.
The scariest idea is what to do when we go out of the house. This morning we went for breakfast at Croissant Brioche, then walked around Rice for a while, then went to Ikea, all with no potty breaks. He was in a pull-up and we, albeit irresponsibly, simply didn't ask him if he had to go or if his pants were dry. This is probably the last weekend we can get away with that. I've never been one to carry a diaper bag.
I'm famous for cramming a rolled up diaper and a ziplock of wipes along with a cell phone, drivers liscense, car keys, credit card, and sometimes a passport into my clutch-size purse. The implication now is that I have to also have a pair of undies and a change of shorts on me if we go out. That just won't fit. 
