These Are Days to Remember...

AAAAAAHHHHHH...I so want Evan to attend preschool in the Fall. Not that I mind having the little bugger around, I just think it would be best for his speech--being around his peers, teachers and routines of the classroom.

Don't know if it's going to happen, though. My guess "being fully potty trained" entails pulling up your own underwear and shorts, and remembering to go on your own. I really thought we were getting close. The whole pulling off and putting on thing, that can be learned with some serious determination (which I have). Evan will occasionally tell us when he needs to go, but other times he won't...

For example: When we were outside this afternoon, Evan pretty much lifted his leg up like a dog and peed all over the front porch, huge puddle.

Oh, I was so mad!

And he knew it, "Mom, you happy?"

I think he knew my answer when I gave him "the look"--He burst into tears.

He did, however, pull off his wet clothes and put on new ones, all by himself. I guess that counts for something, right?

I'm still not happy, though!