In which we are slightly sunburnt and chained to the bathroom.

This little boy:

has decided it is time to be potty trained. Why is it that when people complain about potty training, no one ever says "when he decided to be on the potty, he didn't want to get up for 3 hours". So we are training, and that means that we spend most of our time hanging out in the bathroom (I finally started setting a timer. After he has peed a little, I give him 5 more minutes to see if he's done. It helps, although he's still going in his pants too so I'm not sure how well it's helping). And then Monday when I couldn't stand staying in the house anymore, we got dressed and walked to Target - about 1.5 miles each way. We bought "big boy underwears" (which are in non-big boy Mickey Mouse, because that's what he wanted) and walked back. I may have sweat off 10 lbs (what on earth was I thinking leaving at 1pm in this heat?) but it was refreshing to get out of the house. And away from the potty.

PS - this photo was taken at the bridge to the trail that runs behind my neighborhood, which is the long way to go to Target but is also the safer walk (and with a running-in-traffic toddler, we'll take safe). I love it, although I wish with all my heart that there was a playground in the same vicinity. At my next house, there will be a playground within walking distance, so help me.