That's what I have from doing the potty celebration dance with Gideon. Things got a little carried away and he "accidently" head butted my bottom lip into my tooth. Ow.
You know, I read the books, listened to countless people's advice and nobody ever warned me about that.
Underpants shopping was successful. We selected Thomas the Engine and Speed Racer briefs and some non-advertisey boxer briefs, just like Daddy's.
He's upstairs "napping" in his underpants. He assured me he would not pee or poop his pants and wouldn't let me put a pull-up on him. This is a deadly, but inevitable situation.
And now the fear: when he becomes potty trained, what will I blog about?