Fly me to the moon: Andy is potty trained!

It's been an adventure and despite the reassurances from nearly every person I know, I was pretty convinced that we'd never conquer this milestone. Like a stubborn mule, Andy "produced" when Andy was good and ready. God help me during the teenage years with this kid! I do think that the quadruple rocket launcher helped, but I also think that Grace deserves about 90% of the credit. She has read this child story after story and encouraged him and supported him and reassured him far more than I have (maybe I should edit this part before he can read). Andy's rocket launcher stayed on top of the cabinet until he made the golden deposit, and next to the rocket was a toy birthday cake for our sweet cheerleader.

This picture was taken from the potty alarm that Andy sounded at the butt crack (fitting) of dawn on Saturday. We were a sleeping house during that wee (couldn't resist) hour when Andy yelled out with his "need" at the top of his lungs. Scott and I were still trying to figure out how to speak when Grace replied, in the most cheerful voice you could ever imagine, "I'm coming Andrew! I'll get your favorite story!" She sat with him for nearly an hour.

"custom" John Glenn potty seat

The 5am alarm was a false one, but I am convinced that he woke up ready and has stayed ready ever since. Two days later, he now is a fine "producer" and is even sailing through the nights in the trusty "boxahs" that Sweetie sent.

And now the new challenges begin. Took Andy to the park today and he had to "go" but the toilet in the ladies room was nearly 4 feet off the ground and the men's room...lets just say that it was closed and spare the details. Fortunately, this tree was well maintained...and thanks to Andy, it is now fertilized.