Potty in the Trunk

Last night was a night like any other...until I opened the "pull-up" drawer in the bathroom after baths and discovered that they. were. all. gone.  What?!  How did I let this happen?  And even worse, WHAT was I going to do?  How was I going to get out of the house to buy  more pull ups...withOUT pullups?!  This is a little insight into my absolutely ridiculous stressing about logistics...LOL-please don't judge me ;)...I could get on amazon and change around our shipping dates and have them over-nighted, then do a late night grocery run after Michael got home Wednesday night...I could hunt down a babysitter to sit at the house during naptime while I ran to the store...I could line underwear with obscene amounts of Bounty (after all, it is the "quilted quicker picker upper," surely it could manage to absorb some toddler tinkle) and take my chances...cue the hives and the brown paper sack!  Okay, not really, but I sure was in a self-induced moment of panic there for a bit!  We have been working on potty training now for quite some time, trying every technique and trick known to man,  and although we had moments of great triumph, we also had many more moments of total epic disaster where I was seriously googling "super nanny" to see if we could still sign up for the show.  I had to get a grip!  He wasn't going to go to off to college with a stinky bum!
So, thanks to some brilliant advice (thank goodness for fabulous mommy friends), enter (drum roll please!) "potty in the trunk."  So clever...and so...well, obvious...but I was too spun up in my stress ball to think rationally!

I have to admit, a significant part of my trepidation was public restrooms...not only had I watched one too many episodes of 20/20 where they swab faucets and potty seats (yack) and find mutated strands of heinous nastiness, but I couldn't figure out what I was going to do with Abram while trying to get Braddock in the necessary position for success (again with the logistics!).  But this!  THIS solves those problems...and Braddock seriously thought it was the coolest thing ever.  I was envisioning us racing through the commissary with the intercom sounding above us..."Clean up on aisle 3!....and 4!...and please add 5 and 6!"...as we left a tinkle trail even Hansel and Gretel would've been jealous of, but to my amazement, he stayed dry....and believe me, I was checking the poor little fella every 30 seconds.  After a while I relaxed and almost forgot he was in underwear at all....and we checked out some insanely HUGE sweet potatoes (it's hard to tell from the picture, but that sucker was seriously bigger than my face)!

We even made it to a play gym at Gymboree (complete with Potty in the Trunk! and he did use the potty at Gymbos several times while a sweet friend watched Abram), and through Chic-Fil-A (to celebrate of course ;) for dinner, all with a dry little tooshie.  He was totally ready...I think sadly it was me that was holding him back.  There will be accidents, and we both need to know (and believe) that it's all okay, and it will happen...and as long as we keep trying that's all we can do.  A dear friend of mine shared with me that she and her son started adding potty training topics to their prayers...like asking God to help him learn to control and listen to his body, what a beautiful prayer request (we totally adopted this one, too...Again SO thankful for the fabulous Mommy support system!  I love that we are all on the same team!)!
Anyhow...here we are...I feel like we are on the final frontier of "baby"-dom...big boy bed (check)...underwear (check)...I think this was the little nudge (or kick in the bootie!) that we needed.  He's growing up.....