My Son Likes to Potty All The Time . . .

Well, not really.
Well, at least not yet . . .
Yes, we are the in middle of the potty training push.
We had put Gunga in the now fashionable pull-ups awhile ago, and started potty training when the opportunity arose. What does that mean? Peach would work with Gunga when he was at her house in the afternoons, I would try on the weekends (without much success) and Daddy . . . well, Daddy pretty much did nothing other than declare to Peach at the drop off that Gunga had either "Peed his pants" or "Pooped his pants" pretty much every day.
So, it was after two separate pre-school teachers came up to me on two separate days with-in a week of each other to inform me that Gunga would not be able to move to the next room until he wore underwear (which I was fully aware of - thank you!)that training began in earnest. Well, after I had a the obligatory "I am a bad mother my son is not potty trained yet" melt-down.
The good news, we are making progress. He is staying dry most days - other than yesterday which seems to be a pee in the pants fest day (he spent part of the morning and afternoon with Daddy alone). The big hurdle left? Yep, you guessed it - the Poos. We have yet to have the "magical poo on the toilet" as Peach says. The stickler in this whole poo thing - he is a stealth pooer. He will continue to play right in front of us, no grunting, or pausing or anything, he just poos. He doesn't really even stop talking. So that is the potty training woes. I'll keep you updated.