After much build up, preparation, discussion, promises, bribery, and hoopla... Potty Training Day #1 was nothing short of an epic failure. It started with a tantrum at the suggetion he run around naked, tears when we pulled out the awesome underwear, and fist flying wrestling to eventually get Owen into pull-ups. A trip to Target to pick out a new potty ring (Diego!) and some potty prizes brought a small glimmer of promise. But in the end, we learned that Owen does have great bladder control and has ZERO desire to exercise that control in any location other than his diaper. Not so awesome.
Thankfully, Scott and I were able to recognize that we won't ever win a battle of wills on this topic. So this morning, we put all the potty-related items back in the closet and told Owen we would use diapers for a while longer until he chooses to try using the potty again. He seemed very relieved (and frankly, so were we) and his behavior was infinitely better today - further confirmation that all the "potty talk" was stressing him out.
And then this evening, after his shower, he did his first ever poop in the potty.