Big Boy....

So, I am at that almost desperate point that most parents of boys reach with potty training. Luke was doing pretty well....until I had my surgery. Then it all went out the window. We're finally back to doing.....okay. I decided to try the "you can't pee in these pants" thing today and bought him his first pairs of big boy underwear. We'll see how that goes. I suspect not well, but hey, it's worth a try.

Being that I've never been the biggest fan of tighty-whities, I looked for something a little different. He came home with boxers and boxer briefs. He started out wanting to wear the briefs, but that lasted all of about 3 minutes. He's been running around in boxers since. I think they're pretty cute, and he seems happy, so at least THAT is a step in the right direction. Oh, how I dream of no more diaper bag and no more pull-ups! Seriously, the cloth diapers were so much easier...and cheaper.

Then there is the subject of a bath.

An actual bath. Luke doesn't usually get baths, he showers with daddy. He used to shower with me, but since I couldn't do a whole lot in November because of the surgery, we decided that was the time to switch parents. Sometimes, however, the shower doesn't occur because of daddy's work schedule....which isn't really a schedule. Such is the life of a power plant family. On those nights he still takes a dip in the tub. And I end up doing a bunch of laundry. Why? Well, take a look (pardon the nudity...at least he's still a toddler and can get away with it!):


So, my little man continues to grow up on me. In ways it is WONDERFUL! But I get a little teary each day when I see just how big he is and the new things he learns. I guess every mom feels that way, but it doesn't make it any easier to see your baby gaining a little independence....