As any parent knows, raising a child is expensive. Moral and, in some places, silly things like legal obligations require parents to provide their children with necessary needs and wants such as food, clothing, toys, a safe environment, and one of the biggest pocket busters, diapers. Unfortunately, my son has a fire hose boy part that busts through half a pack of Huggies a day. Aside from maiming our pocket book, it on occasion can be a crappy job as well—once daily at least. Thankfully, there’s light at the end of the tunnel, or more appropriately, there’s a urinal cake with Cal’s name on it, and with a steady hand and some straight shooting, we plan to bulls-eye that little blue sucker.
For the first morning ever, Cal woke up bright and early a couple of days ago with his Cool Alert Toy Story starship still standing proudly on the front of his pull-up. For those of you unfamiliar with the Cool Alert system—you non-parents out there—pull-ups have a little picture that, once a child has relieved him or herself, will disappear notifying the parent that their child needs to be changed. While Cal has been using the potty regularly during the day for the last few months—an impressive feat for a 2 ½ boy—we still often wake up during the night in order to prevent the ceremonious and lukewarm dampening of our sheets.
This morning with his rocket ship erect like a…well you know…proud American flag, Cal and I began to shout and cheer over his accomplishment. Mid-body high fives were exchanged, toothy grins spread across our faces and Cal quickly stripped off his dry Disney branded pull-up and bolted bare butt to the big boy potty for needed relief. I danced, I sang, I cried.
While I’m still not comfortable leaving the little guy without his overnight pull-up, he’s quickly climbing the potty training latter and saving us bunches along the way.
Here we come urinal cakes across Northern California; golden streams unite!
Here we come urinal cakes across Northern California; golden streams unite!
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