Down Under

Potty talk has been about the only talk going on in this house, and my mind has been absolutely consumed with the workings of my three-year old's digestion. It's sick, I know. But, come on, fellow mothers in the potty-training trenches, back me up here, I cannot be the only with pee and poopy on my mind! Anyway, after playing the Pull-Ups game with my three-year old son for SEVERAL months, I finally reached out to other moms of boys and asked, "How the hell do I potty train this strange creature?!" Girls I can do, I've done, quite easily, and three times, I have to give myself some props here. Okay, I'm done. But this boy being I had no idea what to do with. The resounding answer from my Mom experts was, ditch the pull-ups, make him wear underwear. Yikes! Visions of soiled rugs and loads of laundry swam through my mind. But, I was desperate, so yesterday, I did it. I declared it Underwear Day. My son and I gathered up the diapers and the Pull-Ups and tossed them. He then picked out his Spongebob underwear and pulled them on by himself, agreeing that he is a big boy now! Yea! Well, as the day wore on, we went through another Spongebob, a Lightning McQueen and two Buzz Lightyears, but he did go on the potty several times and stayed dry during his nap. Today is day two and I am happy to report that we are still on our first Buzz Lightyear.