The Underpants Gnome.
While Deven was at school today, I made a trip to Target, and among the things I decided to pick up were a couple of packs of boy’s underwear. I left them out intentionally, sort of as a way of showing Deven that, yes, we know he’s still here and needs things too. We’ve been buying so many things for the upcoming new addition, and every time we goes near them, all he hears is “No! Don’t mess those things up! They’re for the baby!”
So, when he heard “they’re for Deven!” this is what happened. Underpants on the head, underpants over his jeans (though you can’t really tell in the picture.)
So, the reason why I bought the underpants for the child is due to a letter I received in his school folder the other day. I usually get letters about upcoming fundraisers, or classroom reports, or artwork Deven made during that week in the folder. Those things are indeed exciting, but nothing, I mean nothing compares to the glory of the letter I received on that day.
The week before spring break, the PPCD program will be holding a “potty training boot camp.” During that week, I am to bring Deven to school in underpants and they will focus most of the day’s energy on trying to get him to go on the potty. I just about died.
Of course this doesn’t mean that all the work will be done there, and after a week I will have a freshly diaper-less kid. He’s going to come home and we’re going to have to continue this process throughout the day, possibly for several weeks at a time. Doesn’t sound like fun considering I am beginning to lose my mind due to hormones and lack of sleep caused by pregnancy. This is still the biggest help I could have possibly asked for. These are people who are well-versed in the workings of challenged kids, and have probably potty-trained hundreds of kids of all capabilities. As I have said in the past, I know my kid is ready and capable, I just don’t know what the hell to do. Now I know that not only are my potty-training attempts going to be supported by his school, but they could possibly be the ones guiding the process.
I am so excited. I could seriously hug the shit out of my kid’s teacher tomorrow.
