undies or panties...

All parents dream of this moment!! Now I know some of us may agree and disagree on certain parenting issues, but this one I'm positive we all agree on. We count down the days wondering if and when it will ever come, especially if we have two in diapers. That's right I'm talking about being potty trained. Now I don't think we look forward to the training part just the trained part. What a glorious day that is when it finally arrives. Jackson is the first boy I have had, and I must admit I was a little nervous when it came to the potty training part. Everyone has told me boys are so much harder to train than girls. My girls really were quite easy. Taylor, my constant over achiever, potty trained herself. I walked in one day to find her sitting on the toilet and she never went back to diapers. I have known for a few months that Jackson really was ready. He KNEW when he had to go to the bathroom and would just go hide. I had had enough of this. So I set out on my mission to get this boy trained. I never bought one of those fancy little pottys with my girls. I figured they were just a waste of money when I had a perfectly good toilet they could use. But I thought maybe this time I needed one, since boys are you know so much harder than girls. I was positive that if Jackson had one of those cool toilets that played music when you went that he would be hooked! Well Jackson did use that potty, just not the way I intended.

He would use his potty as his candy holder, you know for those Elmo watching parties. He would put his licorice in it and use it as his bowl. So I guess I proved my own point that it was a waste of money. well last week I had had enough. I woke up almost two weeks ago, on a Tuesday, and had a heart heart with Jackson. I told him he was a big boy and that he needed to just go in the toilet. And that was the end of that. He just started going in the toilet. It was as if that was all he was waiting for. I even let him wear his undies to the store that day. I am proud to say he has mastered the art of going in the toilet, he has not had one accident! (well he still wears pull-ups to bed, he's not that good)

So there he is sitting on the toilet like a champ, with his licorice bowl smiling proudly at him in the background. Look how proud he is...I must say I was smiling just as big as he is....I'm down to one in diapers, WAHOO! So it appears that my biggest problem now is calling his underwear undies in place of panties. I had three girls before Jackson so panties is the vocab I have always used with them. But seriously how manly is panties. He already gets his nails done, wears his sisters dresses and lets not forget all the times he parades around in high heels with his purse over his shoulder while pushing his baby in the stroller. So I will do my best to refer to them as undies so that all his manhood is not stripped away. Way to go Jackson!!