FINALLY!!!!

James is officially potty trained! I know! I can hardly believe it myself! I don't think I can use enough exclamation points to express my absolute overjoyed state of being right now!!!!!!

Anyway, it's been a whole week in underwear at school and everything, with multiple number two trips a day, all on his own. Phew. It started last week when he asked one of his preschool teachers for some regular underwear (he was having a bit of trouble getting the pull-up back on after peeing). So, his teacher gave him some "loaner" Star Wars underwear. When he got home, I told him we needed to wash them and return them the next day. James: "No, they give it to me." I had to explain that when someone gives you something to borrow, it includes giving it back when you're done with it. He wasn't too happy with the situation. So, we struck a bargain. I told him I would buy him his own Star Wars underwear if he pooped on the potty. And he did it. He did it Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night, Sunday night, Monday night, Tuesday night, twice Wednesday afternoon and twice that night, and too many times to count on Thursday, including twice at school. (What do you get for the preschool teacher that has wiped your kid's butt? A gift card just doesn't seem good enough.)

This is what James has to say about it: "I'n a pooping 'achine!" A pooping machine indeed.