Miles is finally potty trained! I say finally, but really he isn't even quite three yet, which for boys is about average I guess. He has been perfect for about two weeks. I started running low on diapers, so we just went for it. He was ready, and he is even staying dry all night!
He was doing pretty well back in November, so we went to Wal-mart and I just put undies on him. I took him straight to the bathroom right when we got there. Well, as I was about to check out, I looked down at him and his pants were completely soaked, as were all the groceries in the cart.
What do you do when your kid pees on your groceries? Put them on the conveyor belt? Hand them to the cashier? It is a very tricky situation. The produce bags had beads of pee all over them. I decided to just get some kleenex and wipe them off as much as possible then just go through the line. Ewww. But what do you do?
This put the potty training on hold for a bit. *I* was the one who was clearly not ready! Diapers were just so much easier. I had a similar experience with Monet. But with her she was standing next to me when diarrhea started pouring out of her shorts and pooling on the tile next to the checker. I actually left Elise with the checker, ran Monet into the restroom, and had to somehow get the diarrhea soaked clothing off of her but keep her from being naked--it was a challenge. But us moms, we can do anything!
It is really nice to have only one in diapers. The new challenge is getting Miles to stay on the toilet so I can wipe him. We tried to explain that if he touched his poop, he might get worms in his bottom. Well, that worked for a little while. Jared bought some fishing worms last year when he took the girls fishing, and Miles loved to look at them in their little box in the fridge. So I am sure that visual stuck. But he still doesn't seem to care too much about getting stinky poop on his hands, maybe we need to go buy some more worms.
Anyone remember this really exciting day? Miles decided that poop made a great artistic medium. What better way to make mommy squeal. We had to start putting him to sleep in these little sleep sacks to limit the access to his diaper because it became quite the frustrating habit, especially for my poor babysitter!
Check out the hand in this one!

The sleep sack (and his favorite stick he used to beat up the walls)
In this last one, his legs are totally covered. This was the age when we just started documenting all the crazy things this little guy would think up. Laugh or cry moments. My life is filled with them!