On his own, Carson snooped in the basket full of clean laundry and helped himself to a pair of Wyatt's underwear. Slipping them over his diaper, he walked around like a proud peacock for the next thirty minutes. Forget the fact he put them on backwards...he was quite pleased with himself to think he was wearing big boy underwear. 
He's expressing a lot of interest lately in potty training (once he even went in the bathroom and sat on the toilet (with his diaper on) and when I went in and asked him what he was doing, he said, "The pee was coming out of my bum so I got on the potty."
OK...you don't have to hit me on the head with a hammer. A roll of toilet paper will suffice.
I know I've been ignoring the signs and procrastinating the starting of this process...
It's just that I HATE POTTY TRAINING SOOOO BAD!
But I guess it's time I stop putting it off and maximize on his interest. Maybe that's how we'll be spending our March...
