That Boom Boom Pow

It's official! Calvin is potty-trained!!! Which, for the 2 of you who read this that aren't moms, means he doing double duty in the potty and waking up dry (unless I give him a gallon water before bed or something)!!!! Ok, and, well, technically, wiping is a different story, but hey...

We celebrated by going on a date to Old MacDonald's (which is like kryptonite to me, so you KNOW what a big deal this is), the movies (with an itty bitty stop at Nordstrom's on the way), Yogaliscious, and the maze.

Which isn't to say this kid isn't MILKING his new-found stardom. I swear that kid can smell when to go in for the manipulative kill...and that's why I adore him!!!

It's a Man-Child Miracle

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...(drumroll, please)!
For all of you who have had to listen to me complain that I'm sick of changing the equivalent of an adult's diaper...
You will never guess who potty-trained in a day. Never. Ok. Maybe you will.
Calvin.
The secret? The perfect combination of a rainy day to keep us in and a take no prisoners policy toward diapers. He went straight to an underwear/pull-up policy. He has only had one accident...not including the one when Jon told him to poop in his pull-up. But that's Jon's fault.
He has woken up dry 2 days in a row.
But he's yet to poop. Wish us luck.

Time

It's time to lock-really lock-Calvin out of the bathroom when I'm taking a shower. Ask me how I know? I was getting dressed today, and Calvin came up to me, grabbed my bottom, and told me, "You have a cute bootie."
Uh-oh.