Underpants

Isaac wore underpants for five hours today.

Yup, underpants -- no diaper. And we didn't just stay safely at home, right nearby a familiar toilet -- first we went for a walk in our neighborhood, and when that went well, we drove to Oakland and did some shopping.

Isaac had pooped in the toilet every day for a week straight, so it seemed like he was getting ready to make a leap forward in toilet training. A few weeks ago Craig had bought Isaac some training diapers (the kind that teach awareness by not wicking away moisture), but he was very resistant to wearing them. So yesterday Craig went shopping with Isaac and they bought some real underpants. Tiny, adorable underpants, but real ones!

They were an experiment, meant only as a gentle introduction to the concept of going diaper-free, but it turned out that Isaac was very excited about them. He wore the underpants around the house for a few hours yesterday evening, including the jubilant session of jumping on his bed that you see pictured here. (In his right hand he is holding pink and yellow socks, which he also picked out while shopping with Craig.)

When Isaac woke up this morning, he wanted to put on the underpants again. (He wore the socks today, too -- one pink, one yellow.) And everything went perfectly until we got back home from shopping. As we were relaxing before lunch, Isaac suddenly said, "Don't know why I peed." And after that, he kept asking, "Why did I pee in my underwear?"

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And was he overly upset by this mistake? Not really, despite my impression that he's got perfectionist tendencies. After I cleaned him up, he even chose to put on another pair of underpants!

I'm glad he believed us when we told him that Mama and Dad don't mind when he makes mistakes.