
in Fruit of the Looms! We finally did it, or more accurately Kedrick did it. Kedrick showed signs of being ready mid-summer but so much was going on and I began to fear my kid would be the only one in diapers come kindergarten. For some reason I work best by verbally committing to someone. So when my dear friend Tina was getting ready to leave for England for two weeks at the end of the summer I told her I was going to potty train Kedrick while she was gone. The next day after I said that, Kevin put underwear on Kedrick. I was really terrified but Kedrick took right to it. He has had very few accidents and really, well, was ready. I guess that's what happens when you wait until they are 3 years and 8 months old. Brock has been inspired too and occasionally joins in on potty time. He came bounding out to announce to his aunts a few weeks ago that he, "pooped a poop! A big daddy poop!" Ahh shucks, we're so proud of our little poopers.