I admit it. I was a bit cocky when it came to potty training. Kylie and Jayden were both so easy and of course I gave myself all the credit. A couple months after they turned two, I took them to the store to pick out their favorite princess and Thomas undies, picked up a bag of their favorite candy and plenty of juice to keep their bladders nice and full. For about three days I would let them down a whole sippy cup of juice then put them on the toilet a half hour later, read them stories give them treats and wah-lah--potty training for dummies. I just read back in my blog book about Jayden, I started on a Tuesday and by Friday he was completely out of diapers and had only had one accident. I always assumed it was the parents who were failing if their child refused to potty train. And of course it's only natural to assume that my potty training prowess would transfer onto my third child, but that is definately not the case. The last couple of days I've had him parked in front of the tv on his little potty (thanks for the idea, Nicole :) loaded with snacks, his snuggles and Little Einsteins. No matter how long he sits on that potty without any success, the second I put that diaper on him he pees in it. My ego has been bruised and I am ready to hang up his undies and call it quits for atleast the next 6 months.