I couldn't be more proud

Not throwing my Mom under the bus or anything, but if Jessica or I puked or wet the bed in the night as kids, we were on our own.  "Make it to the bathroom or change your own sheets," is the mantra I seem to remember.

Of course when Zesty was ill a few weeks ago, I helped him out.  He is not quite 3 - I think I'll let him get to maybe, um, 3 1/2 before I start expecting him to recognize the pook rising up from his belly and make it to the bathroom.

We've been in underwear full time since Sunday.  Back that up - I've been in underwear full time for close to three decades, but ZESTY has been in undies for days and nights now since Sunday.

Tuesday night he wet his bed for the first time, and it scared him appropriately.  He cried out that he needed a bath, needed some cuddles, and so kindly managed to wake up Pinky all at the same time.  So at 12:30am I had both babies back up, tearing around the basement, eating, and generally thinking the day had started. I subsequently only got about 2 hours of solid sleep that night, and that is all I have to say about Wednesday.

This morning I rose up early, refreshed, and took some time out to be with the Lord before starting my day.  The fact that Mr Lemon leaped out of bed at 5:30 when he normally leaves the house is inconsequential, of course.

I took the one piece of advice I liked from FlyLady and got completely dressed for the day, including shoes, and I went downstairs to find:
 - Zesty laying on his floor, sound asleep. Huh. He started in his bed last night, I thought to myself.  
 - the potty chair had contents
 - wet little boy undies on the bathroom floor
 - wet little boy jammies on the bathroom floor
 - I realized I was missing a blanket from the couch stash
 - I put two and two together and realized - he wet the bed and took care of all this himself!

I stripped his bed, but didn't dare to check and see if he was wearing dry undies and jammies.  My BFF Christina always says in terror of a sleeping child, "Don't wake it!"


What cracks me up about this whole thing is that he left his potty chair full so I would see it and give him his stickers.  All day yesterday he would tell me, "I peed. I get gum foh dat."  I laughed and said, "No, you get gum because I give you gum. You get stickers for peeing."

Mom said I should use pull-ups for the night time to save myself some work, but I don't want him to go backwards.  He hasn't asked for his diaper since I put undies on him to sleep Sunday night, and he was sooo excited when I announced to the family "no more diapers for Zesty!"

But I am totally buying a waterproof pillowcase today.