buns of steel

Need I say more?

William is well on his way to being potty trained.  He's really been wanting to do this for a few months now but, well, we were just too darn lazy to start down that road.  "Oh, go in your your diaper. It's just quicker."   Besides, I dread the newly potty trained toddler out in public.  The dreaded, "I have to go potty" statement that leaves you dropping all of your purchases and running frantically for the nearest dirty public restroom.  No thank you.

So, after a summer of going "free" while playing in the yard, I took the boy to Target to choose his first set of undies.  Thomas, it is.

 He looks everywhere for them when they're missing. He'll usually find his new skivvies in the dryer because he insists on wearing at least three pair a day.  Sometimes at the same time. I have enough laundry to do but I can' t rain on this parade.

He won't be finding one pair of them.  Percy is in the garbage.  I just couldn't clean him up.  (A big apology to all of you without children.)  There was a bit of guilt associated with the toss so, I had to call my friend Sarah with the question, "To throw away or not to throw away?" as if I haven't been through this before. Believe it or not, this never happened with Grace.

Grace helps him get into costume.

 The final pull.

 And he's off.

I have to say, I thought a diaper was cute but this boy underwear thing is new to me and I think it's pretty darn cute. 

Side note: Notice the "boot" on handy husband.  He has a stress fracture.  They have a fix for that?  I'm calling tomorrow to see if they have a full body one for me.