This face. This adorable, handsome, big boy face. This face that can look just like his dad's OR just like his mom's, dependent upon who is holding him. This smiling, proud face . . .
is the face of an underwear-wearing, potty-trained big boy!
He had about 6 accidents on day one (and I almost gave up), 2 accidents on day two, 1 on day three.
And we haven't looked back since.
We are thrilled.
And I'm doing my best to reconcile my emotions so that I can joy in the accomplishment of my child and not sorrow at the end of his "babyhood" (it's hard, but I'm working on it).