We saw pig races, grandma's, trophies from the 70's, scored on 1.97 shirts and shorts @ Pennys and spent hours of swimming in our backyard inflatable pool, but the highlight of the weekend was ...
(if blogs could make sounds you'd hear a drumroll right about now)
poo-poo in the potty.
That's right folks. Poo poo. Actually IN the potty. There were tears. Mommy tears. And a happy dance. And a call to Nana. And a treat.
All the hard work. And wet choo-choo undies. And puddles. It pays off. It does.
Now, if we can only get him to do it again.
- T, signed in as my hubs