I sat down this afternoon to write. Write a REAL post. Like, with real words, and real sentences, and real paragraphs. It’s been awhile since I’ve done that.
So, like I said, I sat down to write a post. One I know you would have been ENTHRALLED in reading. Because it was all about the amazing bladder and bowel control my son has been exhibiting.
I know what you are thinking.
“Did she just say ‘BOWEL CONTROL’ on her BLOG??!!”
But Seriously…I have been so proud. And I was just thinking as I had finished my post, how glad I was that diapers were behind us, and Buzz and Woody undies riddled his dresser drawers.
I should have known better.
At that precise moment, I looked out my window to see Miles playing baseball with some of the neighborhood boys. And there he was, running the bases in his khaki shorts, with the not-so-inconspicuous evidence of a little boy who enjoys running the bases more than going inside to use the potty. He really didn’t even mind. In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen a happier child playing ball whilst his shorts were the opposite of dry.
There was nothing I could do but to
And that is what happened to my original post.
(But, in his defense, this was the only accident in several days.)
So I think it’s still safe to say:
By George, I think we’ve got it!!