Oops

Tonight when I was looking at all of the pictures I have taken recently I realize that Danny is starting to look like a little boy, not the toddler I see every day. He speaks pretty clearly now too. He isn't referring to himself in the 3rd person anymore and calls himself Danny. I asked him if he was my Danny Boy and he said yes. I asked him if he was my Bubba and he said yes. I asked him if he was Daniel Raisin Bran (long standing joke) he said no, I'm Danny. I tried a bunch of others like chicken nose and other silly names and he liked Danny the best.

What an honor it is to be his mother. I thank God every day that he is in my little boy. Thank you Leah and Joey. We will be eternally grateful.

More Potty Stories: So, Monday we did the underwear thing and WHAT A PAIN!!! Can't he just stay in diapers till he's 5? The first accident was in the kitchen. I was doing laundry and he came to me walking funny and said he was wet. I realized this was a teaching opportunity and asked him why he was wet. "I peed". I asked him where he was standing and he said, "on the floor." What an insightful comment.

We spent a good portion of the day upstairs. Being the dutiful mom I kept asking him if he had to go potty and he kept saying no. Marta had sent me some baby clothes back about 2 months ago and I finally got organized and put them away. When we were done, we had 2 empty boxes. If you remember, Danny loves playing in boxes. He liked me to fold all of the corners in so that it looks like there is a top to the box and he likes to pop out and say, "surprise!" We did this for a while and then I tossed the box downstairs because we were going down in a few minutes. He went down before me and I finished up and when I came down stastairs I found Danny trying to get his pants off. He was upset because he couldn't get his jeans off. That was our final accident. He got cleaned up and I asked him where he peed and he said, "in the box". Needless to say, that box was broken down and put outside.