Counting my chickens...

So, I tried to avoid making this a blog topic, but it's big. It's really big.

[NO, I'M NOT PREGNANT.]

Friends, with this post, I join the host of other mama-bloggers who have made reference to their children's potty training enterprises. Enjoy.

Okay. Last night, we discovered as we were putting the boys to bed that we were out of pull-ups for Cooper (always a sign that the house is running smoothly, no?). So, I plopped him into an cloth diaper from days gone by. He's been out of diapers for at least a year. He hated it. He looked insulted. "I NO NEED DIAPERS!" He insisted.

Well, he showed us. When he woke up this morning, he marched into the kitchen, unsnapped it, and dumped it into the washing machine. I went to put something else in a few minutes later and discovered a (wait for it!)...

TOTALLY DRY DIAPER!

I'm assuming he must be totally, completely potty-trained! Sure, I know that I laid on the smugness about this topic months ago, but he's clearly a potty prodigy. He's been completely dry at home and school for the last 8 days, so that's definite progress.

I think I'm done with pull-ups forever.

...One little chickie still in an egg... two little chickies still in an egg... three little chickies still in an egg! Oh! These chickens will be so numerous once they all hatch successfully!