"Swim Shades" and Underpants

I really wouldn't be fulfilling one of my major responsibilities as a parent if I didn't take shots like these.





He looks kind of like an amphibious super hero Potty Boy! Or just a giant dork ;)

First: No, Joey is not potty trained, or even close to being potty trained, but this morning he wanted to wear his new underpants, and he peed in his potty about 6 or 7 times. He followed that up by peeing through the underpants and then ceremoniously peeing in his crib, which marks about the twelfth time I've changed his sheets in as many days.

Second: Why, you ask, is Joey wearing swim goggles on land? We're hoping to acclimate him to the goggles so we don't have a repeat performance next week of what may possibly be the most disastrous swim lesson ever in the history of swim lessons. We thought swim lessons would be a fantastic treat for a little boy who happily lays on his stomach and splashes in the bath for 45 minutes at a time, runs through the sprinkler like a maniac, and adores any chance he gets to be in a pool! Instead, he flipped out when the (evil) instructor didn't even introduce herself, just jammed fins on his feet and tried to ram too-small goggles over his too-large head. It all went downhill from there, especially once the group singing started. He just clung to me like a hysterical monkey, creating a giant scene, while Daddy and Clara pretended they didn't know us (although Tim does regret that fact that his hands were too full to take a picture for the blog and for posterity).

We're going in better armed next week. For starters, goggles are now "swim shades," and he now (mysteriously) associates them with being fed M&Ms. It's a trick straight out of Dog Training for Dummies.