This morning, The Boy got downstairs before I did. He had already been in to visit Grandma, who had done him the courtesy of removing his wet night diaper. I was getting dressed and then had to get Meatball, who was awake (though content). When we arrived downstairs, The Boy was going through the drawers in the bathroom and had picked out a pair of Elmo underpants. I'm thinking, oh crap--where's the puddle?
Turns out, he had taken himself to the bathroom and had gone in the Elmo potty. Himself!
Breakfast was also pee-free.
Unfortunately, as I cleaned up from breakfast, he had wandered off and in the few minutes had gone poo in his Elmo underpants.
Can't win 'em all.
But that is HUGE progress, that he went by himself with no prodding or cajoling on our part, just a suggesting several minutes earlier that he might want to try.
Scan results come today, so we're probably just going to stay home.