- David's shirt is regularly tucked into his underpants. (I love it! So cute.) This is because he pulls them up by himself.
- David's bathroom, which is also the guest bathroom, is a scary place I don't like to visit, except to clean once a week. That's because David prefers privacy in there--"I'll do it myself!"--and he's still working on aim. (All of which is rather unfortunate for you, if you happen to be a guest at my house.)
- No one's so much as looked at a pull-up in this house for over a month.
- I only buy size 3 diapers on a regular basis. (Though we still dig into our size 5 stash for nap time, nighttime, and #2.)
- There are no more stickers, M&M's, or matchbox cars in the bathroom. (But David still insists that both Mommy and Daddy sing the "Go, David!" song and Mary clap along.)
- We regularly hear David shout, with great urgency and volume, "The pee-pee's coming!! The pee-pee's coming!!" (I, of course, don't have the sweet child who tells his mommy discretely that he needs to go potty. I have the kid who announces to the world that "the pee-pee's coming" as if he were telling us all that the earth were going to be struck by a giant asteroid any second. He rushes to the bathroom with the same sense of emergency and excitement. Afterwards, he announces, "I go pee-pee!" Thankfully, he's cute, so, if we are in a public place, he is generally congratulated by all those around.)
- David tells me on a regular basis that he is a big boy.
- David tells me that he gets to go to his new school soon, and I don't disagree with him.
These signs are good enough for me. What do they mean?
This kid's going to preschool! Ya-hooo!!
