Levi had an allergic reaction to the cheap diapers I bought. 

It was bad.  He had to air out.

So we did the only logical thing; we started potty training.

We pulled out the Elmos (AKA underwear), and set up shop in the bathroom. 

I had to move the toilet paper to prevent aimless flushing, and at some point I decided they should sell potty training kits:  carpet cleaner, storybooks, pile of underwear, wipes, patience…

Watching him build blocks on the table today, I realized he’s bigger than I thought.  He’s grown again.

I hate that.  Oh, but he’s still small enough to scoop up and carry around.  Even if he does look like my very own  “wild thing.”