The potty: our friend and foe.
Two days ago a certain little man went potty five times. Five times in one day. Five Spidey stickers, five candies, five times. Five! Yesterday we went out and got some big-boy underwear that he picked out and is super excited about. Awesome. Progress! He even wore them for awhile with no dipe or pull-up, knowing that meant he couldn't go unless he went in the potty. He did it. Dry overnight, again.
Today, not once. Not one time. Nada.