Saturday Morning at 7:33am
Cody's starting toilet training. Ah yes. I remember that. My daughter, my first child, attended a little day care place a few afternoons a week when she was 2. At 2 1/4, they called me and said, "You can send her in underwear." Apparently she had watched the big kids, figured it out, and wanted nothing more to do with diapers. I thought that's how it worked. Never assume that what you learn with the first kid will apply to the second. The universe will laugh at you and devise appropriate pranks.
Let me say simply that I sent my son off to nursery school at 3 1/2. With a second pair of underwear and shorts. (Aren't shorts on little boys just so cute you have to lie down until it passes? Those legs.) Nursery schools won't change diapers. But they will accommodate kids who haven't quite got the underwear thing nailed down.
I never minded diapers. Or toilet training for that matter. But I think it's because I was so drunk on sturdy toddler legs and their chubby knees. Good luck with the potty Cody. Thanks for the cuteness, and for the reminder of how once upon a time some toddler chub belonged to me.