the pee pee dance

So, baby turned three and still isn't potty trained. And believe me, I know that this is mostly due to my lack of discipline and not his lack of ability. Diapers are just easier.

Yesterday, he went poop on the potty all by himself. Something snapped in me and I decided it was time. (The brand-new underwear in his drawer have been there for at least four months!) I told him he did such a good job that he must be a big boy now. Then I pulled out the underwear package and told him he was ready to wear big boy underwear.

I thought he would fight me and say no immediately. To my delight he was excited. He got to choose which ones he wanted to wear and he choose the bright red pair that said "All-Star" on the butt. Of course, everyone made a big deal about him wearing underwear, so his baby-of-the-family need for attention was met in spades.

He made it through the day without any accidents and today was day #2. He pooped by himself once and later went pee by himself, much to our amazement. Hubby complimented him on how good he was doing. He got so excited about the compliment that he reacted in a way that was, well, sort of unexpected.

He pulled down his jogging pants to show us his underwear. Then, he started dancing. He spun around, wiggling his little bum, just for us. We dubbed it the pee pee dance and tried not to let him see us laugh. Really didn't want to encourage any gyrating in underwear - visions of a career at Chippendales scared me a bit.

Thankfully we haven't seen the pee pee dance since.