I'll take it!

Guess What?!?

Luke almost outdid himself.  It's hard to match a birthday present, like the one he gave when he decided to share my birthday with me...but this comes in a close second.

Luke got underwear for his birthday.  He wasn't over the moon about them.  He looked at them, looked at me, and then moved on to the next present.  Not the reaction I was hoping for...but I wasn't surprised either.  

Luke does things on his terms.  He took his time learning how to crawl.  I was afraid the kid would be still be crawling into nursery at 18 months.  When he finally decided to walk - at 17 1/2 months - he just stood up and walked and never looked back.  At the time we thought it was because of his giant head/balance issues.  And I am sure that had a lot to do with it.  But as we have gotten to know this guy, a big part of it, is it's just who he is.  He takes it easy, and adapts to change way better than any of the other kids.  And when he's ready to make a change, he does without hesitation.  He just takes his time to make up his mind.

Enter the dreaded idea of potty training.  

Of all things baby/toddler, this is my least favorite thing.  I would rather get up for night-time feedings, deal with dirty diapers, runny noses, and temper-tantrums.  I swear, potty training trains me more than the kid.  I have to learn where every bathroom is at in every store.  I have to remember to time everything around feeding/pooping schedules.  And then all the planning in the world only makes a difference about half of the time.

Trace and I discussed when we thought was going to be the best time to get Luke out of diapers.  We decided Christmas break would be the most convenient.  

It was not convenient for Luke.

Then with everything happening to me with the pregnancy, we assumed this kid would still be in diapers long after Giles baby #5 makes her debut.

After dinner, Superbowl, and birthday festivities had wound down - we started the post-game clean-up.  We asked Luke to put his new birthday things away.  And something clicked.  It probably had more to do with him stalling the inevitable bedtime, but when he saw the Buzz undies, he insisted on wearing them.  I took the mean-mama hard-line and told him he couldn't wear them unless he used the potty.  I was tired, and my reasoning may have been a little self-driven.  I simply did not want to deal with the whole potty mess.  There was the logistics of being on bed rest.  It was too late at night.  I was not into playing games.  

It. Was. Bedtime.

Well, Luke had his own idea.  He looked at me, then looked at his underoos.  Without a second thought, he dropped his pants, took off his diaper, climbed up on the toilet, and did his business.  Both kinds.

What the what?!?  Who does that?

Hannah comes running out of the bathroom giving me a play by play of what was unfolding, including the words: "He's squirting mom, he's SQUIRTING!!!"

And that was that.

He's been in undies ever since.

He's dry at night and makes it through his nap times.

I am in disbelief on how easy it has been.  Not that I am complaining.  I'll take it.

Thank you Luke!