Potty?

Parker, Parker, Parker, you are obsessed with the potty these days. I know that as a mom I'm supposed to be thrilled, and I do love the idea of no more diapers in the house. BUT, I am not sure about this whole thing. I think it's more of a game to you than a reality. This morning I sat you on the potty chair fist thing, and you practically filled that puppy. We all did the happy dance for you and you loved the praise. A while later Payton announce that you had a poopy diaper and I changed it. Maybe 3 minutes later you were telling me "potty, potty" again. I didn't really believe you, but being a Saturday morning and not in a big rush I plopped you on the potty chair and my self on the floor in front of you. To my surprise you started pushing and POOPING in the potty. I was shocked, and secretly groaning. See, as a mom, we get the dirty work of this transition. Each time you poop in the potty chair I get to spend the next 10 minutes cleaning the darned thing. Yuck. So, after another happy dance party, off I go to clean the dreaded potty chair. Move on another 10 minutes, and I find you sitting next to Payton on the sofa without a diaper. Crud, where is it, AND where did you pee? I find the diaper in the garbage can of course and put it back on you. This happens two more times over the next 45 minutes. So far I've found a small wet spot on the rug, and a HUGE puddle in the laundry room. My point in all of this is that I'm still not convince you don't just take off the diaper for the attention. Do you know you're about to pee, or do you just take it off and let nature take it's course whenever it may come? I guess we'll find out in the coming weeks...