C'mon ride the Train...the Potty Train

So, we have been working with Jack at the whole "potty training" thing for about 2 months (minus our time in Hawaii...there was so much excitement we were almost back to the beginning...). He's been doing really well, and finally "graduated" to the potty train (he used to talk about how he wanted to get on the potty train...I guess we exploited that to fuel a desire to use the potty). We had a ceremony complete with a Potty Trophy and sash. You can now call our boy "Mr Potty".
Potty training is not easy. This whole experience was pretty good for Tyler, but you know who was home day after day with Mr Potty. That's right, me. I was there during the Great Accident of 1/08. That was the time he wet his pants at Beth's house and continued to play for quite some time before I found him. Luckily, she's potty training off and on so she's used to spots on the floor. The pre-dinner prep seems to be an impetus to forget that he's wearing underwear...I've burned more food this past month than any previous time in my life (including home ec). He recently decided he'd try and use the toilet "like Daddy does". Fortunately, I caught that and stopped it before anything happened (he doesn't aim so well yet!). And yet, here we are. A kid who is pretty much on the Potty Train...he only falls off occasionally! Hey, and I've finally gotten over my aversion to the word "potty".
In other news...well, I don't think much else is going on...Sheridan continues to teethe and Tyler is working hard at school and work. I've started working out (me and Billy Blanks and Denise Austin, kachou!) and hope to be fit in time for the Beach this summer.