Bye-Bye Baby Diapers, Hel-lo Big Boy Undies

Omg, I cannot explain how excited I am to post that Turner is on the potty train, full steam ahead.
Woooowoooo!

It has been over 2 days since he's worn a diaper. He even made it through the night last night without a wet bed. I am estatic.

I'm not going to say it's official; that he's completely potty-trained. I'm sure he will have his 'off' days, but not having to buy a case of diapers every stinking week really makes my wallet happy.

Turner looks so adorable in his little Buzz Lightyear, Lightning McQueen, Spiderman, and Nemo underwear. Diaper butt certainly filled out his pants alot more than his teeny weeny hiney does. It's so cute and little! Tanner and I have to giggle a bit everytime he runs around the house in his new 'big boy underwear'. It's the best. He's so proud.

Actually, when I dropped him off at daycare this morning, he made the announcement that he is wearing underwear today. The daycare teacher then rewarded him with a congratulatory high-five. He had a moment to shine; it was kick-ass for him and for me. So so cool.

However, where there is a positive, there is always a negative.

The public restroom circuit.

Oh, how I despise public restrooms. I can usually go all day without using the restroom at work. To use the restroom in a restaurant, bar, theater, gas station, park, port-a-john etc. . . does not typically happen. I will hold out until I can't walk before I step foot into one of those facilities. But what do I do when my potty-training toddler is doing the pee-pants dance and our only option is the Wendy's across the street with the sticky floor and hand dryers? (Don't get me started on the unsanitary hand dryers!)

I'm guessing, instead of toting a bag with diapers, I will now be packing anti-bacterial wipes, baby wipes, and hand sanitizer. I think I've just become a part-time cleaning attendant at my son's restroom of choice.

Damn. This is going to suck.