Progress so Far

Disclaimer: Potty talk ahead.
So we have been potty training. Tuesday went great. No accidents. Wednesday went great. No accidents, but a much needed trip to town with extra underwear and shorts had to be made. As we get ready to leave I tell everybody to go to the bathroom. Abby went inside of course. Gabe decided he would use the pee tree. (I should explain. We live in the woods with lots of trees. One in particular, has a hole in it down at the base. If you, ahem, aim just right and hit the hole, then on the other side of the tree is another hole and it comes out the other side. Hence the name "The Pee Tree" has stuck. Every boy in our house uses it. ) So since Gabe used the tree, Jacob had to use the tree. Which is fine really, if all you are going to do is pee. See where I am going? I come outside with Matthew to put him in his carseat, and Jacob is standing there naked of course (why do kids have to disrobe to use the bathroom?). He is pointing and saying, "nasty." I go closer to look and realize at this point that he has not quite gotten the whole concept of the potty training. You only pee on the tree. Not the other.
Abigail looked down and said in her VERY southern twang (if you haven't heard her talk, it will crack you up), "oh, dad is not going to be impressed."
Ok, everybody cleaned up, washed up, and packed up. On to town. Many errands to run. I forget already that Jacob in is underwear and so after we run into Hancock's and run into Mama Mary ; ) we get into the car and he says he has to go. Everybody is already in the car so we "mark our territory" in the parking lot like we have done about 345 other times with numerous boys in our family. On to the dreaded Walmart. We get into the store and Abigail and Jacob have to go. Have you ever tried to manuever one of those obnoxious monstrosities into the bathroom, with 4 children hanging on/off/in the shopping cart? We barely make it thru the door to then wait in line, behind people who have never had children and CANNOT believe that you would bring your children into a store with you, much less the bathroom. We wait in line pleasantly and use the bathroom, once again disrobing in the stall. Wash our hands, use 15 yards of paper towels and crush the trash can behind the door on our way out. On to get the 5 things that we had to come all the way into town for. Man, do I miss those big helpers of mine!
We get home make supper, eat, play, get ready for baths, and he pees in his underwear as he walks into the bathroom. Perfect timing. I am not going anywhere today!