A Day in the Life of Raising a Boy

After about six weeks, Isaac is pretty well potty-trained. Pretty well meaning that I wouldn't place money on him NEVER having another accident, but he is pretty great...hasn't had an accident in a while. Which brings me to this: there is something about being a boy (and having that "man" gene) that tells you that since you can aim, pee anywhere, right?

Case in point: Over Labor Day weekend, we visited with Ed and Amber. We were watching the kids play outside in the front yard. Isaac quickly discovered that the neighbors had more toy choices so went to play with them. All is good; Ed and Amber's girls soon followed. Within a few minutes, Isaac came back to Amber's yard, lifting his shirt. Papa asked why he was lifting his shirt, and within a millisecond, his pants and underwear were down, and he was peeing all over the sidewalk. I ran over to him, turned him away from the other kids, and allowed him to continue to pee...what else was I to do? I don't know that I have laughed that hard in quite a while...I literally had tears! Don't worry; I won't include pictures...mostly because there aren't any!