One of the hallmarks of motherhood is the fact that it gets tricky.  And not even when you would expect it –crying babies and sick babies and projectile vomiting notwithstanding– but when you don’t.

And here is one of those moments.

Today, Herr Meow has gone ONE ENTIRE DAY wearing nothing but his really cute lizard chones under his clothes.

Ahem.  Let me be a little more obnoxious here:

HE’S ALMOST TOTALLY POTTY-TRAINED!!!!!!

This is where I would do the obligatory-for-a-football-player-but-definitely-verboten-in-the-mother-world endzone victory dance.

Since I am not about to do it, I will let a football player do some interpretive dancing for me:

Yup.  I realize that all this celebrating might mean that tomorrow the rivers will run yellow for me, all over my new sandals.

But didn’t it feel just a little good, y’all?

Thank you for celebrating with me!

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Have a happy weekend!