i put on my underwear

The potty training is in full swing. We're not all hardcore about it but Tagg has been interested since his 2nd birthday and has been kind of on and off ever since. For instance, in Mexico we were talking to my parents about the fact that he refuses to poop in the potty, or give us any "I'm pooping" signs, or even admit that he's poopy - even when the smell is undeniable! About 3 minutes after that conversation, he says, "Mommy, I need to go poopy in the potty." And he did. Every day for about 3 days while we were there and then...boom, back to nothing. So now that we know he's fully capable, we are bribing him with Lightning McQueen underwear, Toy Story (aka "cowboy") pull-ups and M&Ms. Nothing high-pressure, but more focus on what he can do.

So this morning we open his door and he's sitting on the floor with his Lightning McQueen jammies on and both feet in the right leg-hole of his Lightning McQueen unders (I should have stock in Disney Pixar). He looks up with his little bed-head and says, "I put on underwear!" So proud. A few minutes later, Scott pops his head in the bathroom and says, "You gotta see this. Tagg's showing Sloane how he can put on his underwear." Sure enough, the kid's on the floor by Sloane, both feet in the right leg-hole of said Lightning McQueen underwear, showing off. Once we got them on, he sat and read her all of his favorite books. One of those "aaawww" moments. And where was my camera!


When Tiff came over tonight, he made a point of showing her his underwear skills and then ran laps around the house and did a nice little yoga "down dog" pose for her. Classic. Potty training is pretty fun so far!