Wyatt has been doing so good on the potty training front! It's like something magical has happened in his brain. He wore one pair of pull-ups all day with no problems! Yay!!! Sure, I had to staple both sides of the pull-ups because they ripped apart after twelve hours of a two-year-old yanking them up and down, but we still used only one pair.
I've noticed the past two days that even though I constantly remind him, he is now ignoring me about going potty and then suddenly, he'll just up an run from the room of his own doing. Then, he runs back to say, "I did it! Wan come see?" Of course, I do, and he knows he won't get a treat unless I see it, especially since we're having a little problem with a thing called "the truth."
Today, though, he surprised me by not saying, "a huge treat!" but rather "I want an in stock." Huh? Then, I remembered that yesterday when he asked for a "wholebagMandMs," I had told him, "Mommy doesn't have any more of those. We'll have to see what I have in stock." So now he's gone an entire day asking for an "in stock" and has been happy with anything but especially Uncle Johnathan's huge M&M's (the peanut kind).
How funny is that? Wouldn't my perception of life be different if I just asked God to send me whatever blessings he's got in stock versus what I have in mind for how I'd like to be blessed? If I took that approach, I would not be disappointed when things didn't work out the way I thought they should but would, rather, be happy that God gave me anything from the treat cabinet.