another great moment in parenting
I thought about password-protecting this post, but I decided against it. You might all need to chip in for therapy for my son, though.
Today, the Potato wore underpants to daycare, a first for my boy. For those of you who are not yet at the potty-training moment (or who are too far past it to care), this, my friends, is a big deal. He also brought with him a bag containing 4 more pairs of underpants and pants, for the inevitable accidents. And yes, he came home wearing outfit #5, without socks on, because his neglectful mommy forgot that sometimes, pee gets on feet. Also, a totally different shirt. I'm not really sure how that happened, I guess it's a guy thing.
Still, I'm tremendously excited, because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel that makes the whole upstairs of my house smell awful. I realize that it may take another year until we're diaper-free forever, but we're getting there.
When the Bee was potty training, she contracted shigellosis. Not only did this charming bacteria cause us to keep her out of daycare for three weeks (and oh, thanks Department of Health for posting that notice on the door–I knew just how Typhoid Mary must have felt), it caused her to, how shall I say this, regress. I'm hopeful that the Potato stays away from the bad hot dogs.
