I took about 20 pairs of Victor underwear to Utah and Idaho.
He wore two pairs, on Day 29, I think.
We had a great moment on Day 25. Victor was filthy after a day of vigorous reunion-ing. During his bath, Victor stood up with an intense need. Jeremy quickly perceived his trouble, plucked him out of the bath, and plunked him down on the toilet. And then, success!
I was very proud of Victor. And now I know that he can feel #2 coming and hold it in (at least for a little while) until he's on the toilet.
But then Victor got sick and we had to drive all over creation and the suggestion of a toilet resulted in meltdown.
We stuck to pull-ups and diapers for the rest of the trip, and didn't go back to training when we got home because Zeke and I were sick.
On Saturday morning, though, Victor put on his underwear. So we're back on the crazy train.
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