Strangely Proud

Bub's been potty trained for many months now and looking back, I'm not really sure how it happened. We bought him a little potty when he turned two and then at various times between ages two-and-a-half and three-plus-a-few, we took a stab at getting him trained through shifting bribes, treasures from a treasure box, lemonems, books, an Elmo video, speeches that he probably ignored, new underwear, pathetic armchair psychology, overuse of the phrase "big boy," and a small fortune in pull-ups.

And then, when he was ready, he started using the potty like it was no big deal.

Great.

A couple of months passed, and he announced that he no longer wanted to wear pull-ups to bed. He wanted to wear underwear. Since he was waking up dry most mornings, we were like, "Sure, let's try it."

Great.

Does he wet the bed sometimes? Yes, he does. Early on, it only happened about once a month, usually when he isn't reminded to go to the bathroom before bed.

Perhaps we've been really forgetful around here lately because he has wet the bed with more frequency in the past month or so. At least once a week, I'd estimate.

But here's the odd thing . . . except for one time when he started screaming and wailing, Bub is the most stealthy and efficient bedwetter ever. NTB.

It's like he notices he's wet himself, gets out of bed, removes his clothes, fumbles in his closet for new bottoms and underwear, and then makes his way into mom and dad's urine-free bed. I usually don't hear, smell, or otherwise notice a thing until I wake up and find Bub snoring on my pillow and clad in a pair of 2T windpants from the back of his closet or a pair of new sweatpants (tags still on).

Pretty impressive, right? NTB.

While I am bragging, I will add that he wet the bed last night and that while I was scouring his room this morning in search of a school picture day outfit, he stripped the damp sheets from his bed and piled them up with his wet pajama bottoms, underwear, and soft blanket. I felt strangely proud.

We ordered a big boy bed for Bub this past weekend (need the toddler bed available for Little Bit should he decided to spring himself from the crib). I guess we could have a talk about how "big boys don't wet the bed," but I don't think I will bother. I will buy one of those plastic mattress covers though.

I'm off to move some sheets and a soft blankie from the washer to the dryer. Tell me though, when have you felt strangely proud of late? Please share in the comments.