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this is the new “view” from our tribunal throne.
just outside the frame, is a laundry basket where all the accidents and near misses are contained. (didn’t think y’all would appreciate a picture of that.)

for the past couple weeks, our little 2 year old man has been taking a wack at the potty-training gig.
aside from the daily drawbacks, it is going well. especially, considering his 4 year old predecessor just flat-out refused to do his “dooties” in the toilet when he was training.
for a month, straight, cleaning underwear was a daily ritual. but we soldiered on and persevered.
keeping that in mind, this current potty training stint is a breeze.

Zander has mastered #1 on the list but #2, however, is a work in progress.
today was actually the very first day he had NO accidents.
I am ecstatic! I would be absolutely thrilled to pieces if we never had to buy a box of diapers again in our life!

the sad thing is, Jason pointed out to me the other day that, this will be the very first time in over six years that we won’t have to buy diapers!
I can’t decide yet, whether that’s wonderful or just plain scary.
my dear husband has already pointed out the fact that by the time I delivered our third child, I had been pregnant almost half the time we had known each other.
(I did consider having my name legally changed to Fertile Myrtle.)

I promised Zander that once he has used the potty for a solid week without many accidents, we will have a potty party. which, he has informed me, will include ice cream and gum.
Zachary had a potty party, so I think it only fair that Zander also get one.

let’s all keep our finger’s crossed that he can keep up to par for the next few weeks.
I would even settle for a Bogey.

when I walked into the livingroom the other day, I caught Zander peeing onto his pull-up that he had just stripped off of himself and threw on the floor.

as if it was a urinal.

(screaming, ecstatically) “Zander, what are you doing???!!!!!”