Deja Vu All Over Again

Two days ago, without assistance or even telling anyone, Darwin went into the bathroom, took off his diaper, climbed on the toilet and went pee.

I'm no expert, but I believe the child rearing books refer to this as an "indicator."

After a little further Internet research, canvassing the local moms group, and discussing the situation with our priest, I made the decision to put Darwin in underwear today.

Wish us luck.

Decisions, Decisions

OK, let's say you've run out of clean underwear. Completely. As in even your ugly, old, ride-up-your-rear, back up pair have been worn.

What do you do?

In this situation, is it best to go commando or do you opt for the most cleanish dirty pair available? Do you turn a used pair inside out? Do you wear a pair of your spouse's undergarments? Do you fashion a pair out of coffee filters and rubber bands? Do you call off work and just stay in bed all day? And are the rules different for men and women?

Just asking. Not that this ever happened to me this morning. As you can see in the above picture that I just took of myself, I have plenty of clean underwear.