Lloyd's "Rock 'n Roll -Potty- Fantasy Chart to chart the unknown and make it known" is full of stickers and donning my bathroom wall as we speak. I wasn't sure how this would work for him. Rachel was motivated by stickers, while Lloyd the Destroyer, I was afraid, would prefer to start with a chartful and remove one each reward. He's enjoying the traditional way and hasn't minded the My Little Pony stickers stolen from big sis, except that he wanted more Pony on the beach scenes and we ran out. Picky picky.

He recently came to terms with letting poop fall away from him instead of smash against his buttocks. He's pretty happy about the perk of his butt not hurting so bad from all the wiping and the sensitivity of poop's overstayed welcome against his toosh. He tells me every time I wipe him. Plus he gets a lollipop and sticker in exchange for poop.

Tinkles is another story. He prefers to sleep naked and keeps his bed dry but forgets to go properly during the day. This makes for puddles on the patio and the too often, "why are your pants wet?" He also does better pantsless. So, the occasional visitor is either greeted in the flesh or with wet pants. Accidents cost him a sticker.

The kid is well on his way, and I almost have the potty video song out of my head ... until we do this again with little bro next year.