Underwear Dance!

Today Gran wanted to get Liam his first “big boy underwear.”  First we headed to Carter’s where we picked up some cute, non-commercialized undies (sports, dogs, stripes, solids, etc.).  I love them (C’mon!  Itty-bitty, teeny-tiny boxer briefs?  Is there anything much cuter than that?).

Then we went to the Target.

Gran asked where the toddler underwear was located.  We rounded the corner at the end of the aisle and then Liam broke the sound barrier because he saw a pack of Sesame Street underwear (which included Cookie Monster, Super Grover, and Liam’s personal favorite (of course) Elmo).  He was mildly off-put when the “boy” underwear didn’t include Zoe or Abby Cadabby, but he doesn’t seem to be overtly damaged by that particular societal gender norm, so I’m letting it go.  I’m also giving up on fighting the Sesame Street Machine.  If Elmo and Cookie Monster make him excited about big boy underwear, and that makes him excited about using the toilet then I say: awesome.  I’ll definitely take it just about any way that I can get it.

When we got into the car, he basically catapulted himself into his car seat to be strapped in because we told him he could hold Cookie Monster and Elmo if he did.  He then squealed and waved underwear around for the entirety of our drive to Trader Joe’s.  I drew the line at taking them into TJ’s with us, but he would have gladly done it if I’d let him.

The excitement carried on into the evening when I asked if he wanted to show Dad his big boy underwear.  He commenced squealing again and proceeded to spend the next half hour running around doing the “underwear dance” and throwing underwear up in the air with Matt.  A good time was had by all and (of course) I took some pictures.  Here they are:

Three Cheers For Potty Training!  Hooray!