big, big boy.

so a couple weeks before lylah was born, kylah started potty training michael. OK, jo. no pressure. your kid is only AN ENTIRE YEAR YOUNGER than mine. (they also gave up their sassies at the same time, md a full year younger, and only because he started it. geez. no. 1 parent over here.) but i didn't have it in me. the thought of running him to and fro from the potty and pulling his shorts and undies down was too, too much for me, rounder than round with child.

shortly (days?) after lylah came, however, i was ready. changing gray felt like changing a 10-year-old when i had a newborn to change as well. he was excited too, thanks to seeing his baby cousin pee and poop on the potty.

i wasn't nearly as organized and premeditated as jo. (she's so stinkin' fabulous.) i just bought some undies and put him in them. he peed in them a few times. pooped in them once or twice. and then he didn't. ever again. i was stressed about having him sleep in underwear. then one day landon just decided to try it at nap time, and the boy woke up dry. "OK, well, surely he can't go all night yet. maybe we'll try once we run out of diapers," i said. then one night landon forgot to put on his diaper before bed and, you guessed it, the boy woke up dry. he's yet to wet the bed. ::knock on wood:: his sister never did either. ::knock on wood::

he can pull his own pants down and climb up on the big potty all by himself. putting the pants back on is another story. i'm pretty sure he could do it. he just likes to be naked. stinker.

the whole process was ridiculously easy. i was expecting it to be tragic with a boy. i guess waiting until the kid was nearly three was a good move. again. ellie potty trained at the exact same time.

oh. yeah. he's almost three. no.i.don't.wanna.talk.about.it.