potty time and a dentist trip

As I type this Reese is running around the house in his undies and cape.  He thinks he is the "potty man."  Truthfully, he kind of is.  We have made it many, many days accident free and I am so thankful to have turned this not-fun corner.  Reese actually initiated going potty twice on the way home to Pensacola, and again on the way back.  Yes, we actually made it 221 miles {twice!} accident free.  Hip, hip hooray!

model face

He still occasionally has to be reminded, and sometimes he fights going if he's in the middle of playing, but usually once on the potty he produces.  So proud! Next we will tackle night time training...

And this morning we had another first: the dentist.  I debated back and forth about whether to take him to our dentist {who we really like} or to a pediatric dentist.  I surveyed my friends with kids and the results were pretty mixed.  The final decision was to take him to see Dr. Thompson and if things went bad {like he flipped out and was scared} then we'd go to the pediatric dentist.

No need to have wasted energy being worried, though.  Doodle was a champ.  He sat in the chair like a big boy, held his mouth wide open, and didn't even complain when Ashley brushed his teeth.  If only she could come to our house every morning!  The only time he looked remotely nervous was when she broke out the floss, but he quickly recovered. Dr. Thompson did point out that Reese is cutting his 2 year molars.  Does that explain his toddler tantrums?

Lofton was overjoyed when out of all the fun treats Reese picked two beaded bracelets, one orange and one yellow.  Whatever!