What to do with the little guy

Poor Ben, though I suppose he thinks he's getting away with something. He's only had one day of therapy this week because his therapists have both been sick. Coupled with him being sick last week, and the snow, he hasn't had to intensely work at anything in quite a while. Other than school, that is. Next Tuesday begins his big potty training week. I'm going to bring him into the lab at the army hospital for some blood work first thing on Monday morning, and let Rob put the girls on the bus. He's got a whole slew of tests that Dr. Compart ordered and she's waiting on the results. The next day, it's in for the long haul! His school and therapists are going to try to teach him to go to the potty when he needs to, so that he isn't prompt dependent, i.e., only goes when we tell him to. If that doesn't work, we'll put him on a timed potty schedule. Either way, it's goodbye diapers and hello big boy underwear. And hello mess.