Just in case anybody is wondering (assuming anybody still reads my blog even though I have been less than diligent in posting for the last several months):
Noah still wets his pants pretty much everyday. Yesterday he did it three times.
Yes, he's now officially closer to being six than he is to five.
And yes, it still makes me a completely crazy, irrational woman.
And in case you are further wondering, there seems to be a change in the potency of urine at about the age of 5-1/2 because the smell is suddenly overwhelming.
And I've decided that having a kid who REFUSES to fully potty train after three years of "practice" has reminded me of our infertility struggles. How, you may ask? Well, let me tell you. In the same way that I was completely incapable of sympathizing with people who had been "trying" to get pregnant for about 3 weeks, I also cannot find it in me to feel sorry for people who are at their "wits end" because their two-year-old is still having accidents after a week of potty-training. So, if you are one of those people who is struggling with potty-training issues at your house, let me apologize up front for the eye-roll that you probably saw me do when you complained about it to me. It's not that I don't WANT to feel bad; I honestly just CAN'T.