Last Friday I started potty training the triplets with a vengeance. I was a dad possessed. My efforts paid off, somewhat. After just a few minor, but expected, accidents over the past week, I'm about ready to declare Elisha officially potty trained.
In fact, just this morning she stopped playing and went on the potty all by herself, with no help from anyone.
Now if only I could get the other two to cooperate...
