Victory?

I'm reluctant to jinx things by admitting this out loud, but it looks like Max might be potty trained! He hasn't had an accident in over a week, and he has started telling me whenever he needs to go. No more slinking off behind the couch! As a reward for this exciting turn of events, he is now wearing his official big-boy underpants instead of his training pants. It is a big thrill picking out the right pair each morning. Elmo or Nemo? Cars or trains? We haven't taken off his diaper at night yet and I think I'll wait a little before going there. Some mornings he wakes up dry and some mornings his diaper is still wet. Nevertheless, I think we've finally turned a corner and I'm really proud of my big boy!