Let's see...where have I been for the past week?
Ah yes, I remember. I've been a bit preoccupied with the much awaited, but ever so dreaded
POTTY TRAINING.
Holy Toledo this is not an easy process. For the past month I had tried enticing little Lucas by hanging new/clean underwear around his room...he could have cared less! But it was time so we started last week with a full day of commando. So far he's done really well with #2, but still struggles with #1. We go through many wet underwear a day. This little boy can potty more times in 15 minutes than I ever thought imaginable. I'm hoping that in the near future it will finally click and he'll be able to realize when he needs to go. The good part in all of this...I'm no longer changing a hundred (more or less) diapers a day. My diaper duty has been decreased by at least 75%.
Let me introduce you to two jars... the pee jar and the poop jar.

Jed told me I should name them something more appropriate like the reward jars. I think it's a bit too late when Lucas requests a "poop treat"! The rule was that if he went pee WITHOUT me reminding him, he could have a small treat. If he went poop and/or stayed dry all day, he could have a big treat. The morning after purchasing the sugary treats Lucas awoke wanting his Air Head Sucker. And because I'm mean, I insisted that he must first poop on the toilet before having one. Pretty soon I heard "Mom, come look". He must have pushed with all his might because there was nothing more than one single rabbit dropping in there. At that rate my child would be one wired little boy with lots of cavities! I've had to do some revamping on the previous rules, but lets face it, the treats were really for Jed and I and Lucas was an easy one to blame it on!
With potty training always comes stories. Well, let me tell you a story that I find extremely funny (and one Jed will laugh about later).
Scene: nice relaxing Sunday evening, parents lounging around on the couches, one child running around in nothing more than his awesome surf board underwear, and the other one eating every possible thing he can find off the floor.
Act I: Dad gets off the couch to use the restroom. Upon leaving the bathroom he wipes his washed hands all over the soon to be potty trained. He tells him that he peed on his hands. The mother immediately responds with"what in the world, you don't tell your potty training son that you peed on your hands".
Intermission - 15 minutes or so.
Act II: Naked little boy comes running out of the bathroom and starts wiping his hands all over dad. Mom starts laughing (silently because we don't want the little boy to think it's funny, but it is!) so hard she has tears running down her cheeks and is now hiding her face in the pillow. Dad tries to explain what he had done, but can't seem to keep a straight face. Dad totally got what was coming to him!
The end