Target Has Everything

Somehow or another in this blog that is supposed to be detailing our son's life, I forgot to mention what has been one of the biggest moments in his long three year life. His recent trip to Chuck E Cheese's. He has been to Chuck E. Cheese's before but for someones birthday party.

This trip was special. It was his celebration for staying dry in his underwear for a week and filling up his potty chart with green stickers. Green stickers symbolize the poop in the potty successes. Let me say that Chad and I were thrilled that he filled his green sticker quota.

So on June 21, 2008, Zachary celebrated being potty trained.

Then he went back to Ms. Carries.

At Ms. Carries, he has to wear a pull up until he is dry for a week including during nap time. Chad and I didn't count nap time. We just put him in a pull up and let him sleep. It is 50 / 50 if he stays dry. We aren't as worried about it.

But now I feel like we have to revise this official potty trained date. He is not staying dry at Ms. Carries. When he is with us, he is always in underwear and is 99% of the time dry. Even at outings -- he tells us he has to go to the bathroom 50 times during dinner, we smile and take him. I am convinced that if he is wet at Ms. Carries (not at nap time) that he is taking the easy way. He doesn't have to go to the bathroom because the pull up lets him pee and play at the same time. Sigh. So we are stuck.

If we send him back to school (TLC daycare where he went for a week while Ms. Carrie was on vacation), then he has to wear underwear - WAHOO! But I am not ready for him to leave the security of Ms. Carries so he has to wear pull-ups -- sigh. Notice I said I am not ready for him to leave -- but that is a whole other post that will indicate how much I need therapy!

So as I debate whether or not to leave June 21 as a date for his baby book, I have a story that makes me giggle to share.

My huge 9-month preggo belly is making things a little more difficult. Last night as I am trying to bathe my son, I would get out of breath. Horribly out of breath. I would have to stand back up or hold on to the side of the shower to try and catch it. Zachary becomes concerned that I keep standing up and asks what is wrong. I tell him I am out of breath to which he said:

"Mommy you need to go to Target and get some breath."

Well, it IS a SuperTarget.