Go fish.

Not sure if anyone noticed in the Wordless Wednesday post from last week, but if you look closely at the picture of the boys brushing their teeth, you'll see Weston has on his big boy underwear.  For months I debated on how I was going to potty train him, since he has had zero interest.  Every once in a while I would ask if he wanted to wear some underwear or use his potty, but I always got a big fat "no" in response.  Then about two weeks ago he decided out of the blue that he wanted to wear his Thomas the Train underwear.  We had about four days of semi-frequent "accidents", but for the most part he had made the decision that he was ready to be a big boy and use the toilet.  He quickly decided that diapers were "yucky" and didn't even want the pull-ups at night.  The whole process was pretty fast and easy, and so I told him if he went a whole week without any accidents he could get a fish, since he always asks for one when we go to Walmart (the promise of a walk past their fish tanks buys me at least an hour of good behavior before we get there). 

So on Friday we went to town and he got to pick out the tank, gravel, plants and most importantly, the pirate ship.

He continued to do great using the potty, so on Tuesday afternoon we went fish shopping.  He picked them out himself thanks to a patient employee that caught them out of the larger tanks, and we brought home "Nemo 1, Nemo 2, Nemo 3 and Nemo 4" (he's not real creative with names yet).

 

Sharing some crackers while they waited to add the fish.