Big Boy Pants
Meg bought Asher a (really kind of ridiculously dapper looking) set of cloth training pants today. Sure, it's a little bit of wishful thinking on our part to have this kid, not even one-and-a-half yet, trying at full-time potty sitting. But then again, he has successfully used the big boy potty a handful of times. And I've heard stories about kids (we actually know one of them!) who were potty trained before they could utter even the shortest short sentences.
The odds are stacked against these kids, really. Have you even seen a modern day disposable diaper? One of the Big Two companies just came out with an even thinner dipe. They were already wafer thin; now they're almost not even there. And these things drink forever, so the kid never even feels they're wet. (Just in case you're itching, don't lecture me about my social responsibility to be using cloth diapers. I've already heard it.)
Anyway, I digress. Asher did seem to enjoy his big boy pants as he marched around the house this evening. He seemed to know that Something's Up, and he seemed to embrace it. Luckily, that's becoming his M.O. and we're thankful for it. He'll be doing his first official full day in the tadpoles room at his daycare tomorrow. By all accounts, the transition from the baby room to the toddler room has been nearly seamless, if not without a few widely scattered tears.
He's an almost indefatigably independent chap. I'm not 100% sure where he got it, but I sure am proud.