The naked trucker.

Houston, we have a problem.

Cade hates big boy undies. (Or panties, as he calls them... thanks to my mother!! I have always hated the word panties... but that's a whole 'nother story.)

Lately we've been dabbling in potty training. I say dabbling because, well, he sits on the potty only when he wants too. So far we've had three successful potty attempts. Wahoo! BUT, we're a loooong way from full potty training action.

So since we're dabbling, I thought Cade needed some big boy undies. I thought he could wear them around the house and get the feel of being wet and get the idea that he needs to do that in the potty.

But... Cade. Hates. Undies. (See the dramatic hands-to-mouth cry?)

So what's a boy to do when mom tries to make him wear aforementioned big boy undies? Take them off, of course. Here he's actually crying "Off! Off!"

Ahh! Much better. Now back to playing with my trucks!

The naked trucker.

I know, I know! I had to get this shot! Aaaaaand post it on the blog. And yeeeees, I realize he will not be happy with me when he's older for this picture entire blog post... but it's a memory I need to document, right? RIGHT?!?!

So after a little bit of nakedness and realizing that Mommy also wears *ahem* panties, Cade decided to give the undies a second try. And wearing my headband just completed the ensemble, don't you think?

And no outfit is complete without a pair of Mommy's shoes.

Woo Woo! Talk about Stylin' and Profilin'!!

I love you baby boy!! Please forgive me for these photos when you're 30 years old and I show them to your first date!!