Reconciled to the potty

I’ve been so preoccupied with my student conferences and the election that the latest William report has absolutely just slipped my mind. Second kids have it rough.

So we’re right in the middle of the Halloween party, all the kids are playing out in the backyard, I’m getting the cornbread out of the oven--when William comes inside and says he needs to potty. And he does. So the next day I bought the underwear and sent in the five changes of clothes to daycare. He’s ready. So far he’s doing really well with it. But a lot of it definitely is training the parents; at daycare they set a timer to go off every thirty minutes, and I think we probably need to do that too. He gets so excited! Every time now, we have to immediately announce successful pee-pees to the whole house. We are all very enthusiastic. We aren't fit to have a discussion in public, but boy are we all happy.

He looks so different running around in little boy underwear and not diapers! Almost taller, even, and definitely leaner (maybe we should have been changing him more often?) After a very bad experience with the Wal-Mart selection of destructive monster undergarments in the 3T/4T sizes, we went to Target and found him several pairs of cute little Finding Nemo and Bob the Builder underwear. Apparently it is very important for all young children to have a train or princess on their behinds, or else plain underwear is illegal. Maybe the folks who make clothes really think we have that much trouble telling the difference? Anyhow, I may have bought my last carton of diapers. Let’s hope.