We are still potty training, the reason for the bare bum. Milo can anticipate when he’ll need to go, but although the allure of M&M’s is motivational, it doesn’t seem to trump the pleasure of peeing on other random things out in the yard such as the clothesline pole, the flower beds, or a thin spot in the grass. And he has the control of a dog–he can go a little in the potty but saves some to use on the flowers the next minute. Ah well, he’s still young, as they say. Any advice, Oh Sage Mothers?
On a brighter side, the flowers in my recycled pallet wood plant boxes have started to bloom, as you can see in the foreground.