Of Cowboy Boots & Underpants

So this week Little Man has been all about wearing his cowboy boots-- or his "Ah-Gon Bruce boots" (Ah-Gon= Grandpa in Taiwanese) as he often refers to them.  He rediscovered them on Tuesday night and wore them every day for the rest of the week. I tried offering crocs or sneakers, but nope, he wanted Cowboy boots!

Every day he styled them differently:

Tuesday Night:  Diapers & boots


Wednesday: Silly Monkey t-shirt & shorts


Thursday: Race car pajamas (he refused to get dressed this morning)


Friday: Mr. Happy shirt & a backpack. He put his boots on the wrong feet, just to mix it up a bit!


Of course, the cowboy boot fixation was not the BIG news of the week. The BIG news is that Little Man has started potty training in earnest and has been wearing underwear every day since Wednesday and has only had 3 accidents.  On Friday, he got to pick out his new big boy underwear. He, of course, picked out the Lightning McQueen underwear.

I am having mixed feelings about all this potty training. One one hand I love the idea of no more diapers, but on the other, it means that my baby is becoming more of a boy and less of a baby! THIS is a struggle for me. It is great to see him hit these milestones and to see the neat little person he is becoming, but part of me wants to just keep him little for a little bit longer. I keep looking at him and seeing his life fast-forward in front of my eyes and feel this ache when I realize that someday he will be a man who no longer lives with me (not that I want him to live with me when he is a grown man!). I just wish the little stage lasted a bit longer.