He was right.

My husband was right. He was totally, completely, utterly, undeniably right. And I just want to say that publicly.

Did you read my last post?

Well...some insanity does seem to be ensuing.

Israel had never tried to take his own diaper off before.

But...with all of the taking-the-diaper-on-and-off that we have been doing the past few days in working on potty training him, Israel must have gotten some ideas in his head.

When I went in his room this morning to get him up, I was greeted with a very unpleasant odor, accompanied by a very pleasant boy, standing naked-from-the-waist-down in his bed. 

And let's just say I spent the morning washing the said pleasant boy, his pajama shirt, his sheet, his mattress, his bed, the walls, and the floor.

However...looking on the bright side...as unpleasant of an experience as that was...we do seem to be making a little bit of progress! He is at least making a connection. Because when I walked in his room, he looked up at me with a gleeful smile and said, "Potty, mama! Potty!"

Yes, Israel, you went potty. Just not in the potty.

You sure do keep our lives from ever being boring, Israel.

And also...what a perfect day for Aaron and I to be getting away for a little bit and heading to our church's marriage retreat! :)

(Mom...make SURE you put a onesie on Israel under his pajamas tonight!)