Happy Underwear Week!

Ok, so maybe we're the only ones celebrating this little known holiday. And boy, are we celebrating!!
Warning: The following contains potty talk but I'm sure as a mom you know how important and exciting this is. And if you don't yet, you will. :)
We decided last week that Monday would be "no more diapers" day for my 3 year old son. We talked about it for days before to prepare him (and probably more importantly to prepare myself.) Monday morning we headed to the store to buy underwear with superheroes and Woody and Buzz on them (for moral support) and pull-ups for night time. Then we went to the grocery store to buy donuts. Finally, we took it all with us along with a potty seat to my mom's house (more moral support.) We ate our donuts, put on our first pair of underwear, and sent the boy outside to play with his sisters. I set the timer for 10 minutes so I could call him back in to try going potty. I thought at the beginning I should have him try often with short intervals between. Well, after 7 minutes he came in with wet underwear. We continued this frustrating pattern for most of the afternoon. He would come in wet just minutes before the timer went off - no matter how long I set it for. Our breakthrough came when I had him stand at the big potty. He went!!! And he thought he was pretty cool, too (which always helps). We went home and continued our timer routine and forgot about the little potty seat. He was starting to get the hang of it. We put a pull-up on him before bed and stressed the importance of not letting the little picture on the front disappear by staying dry.
The next morning as soon as I heard those little bare feet hit the ground, I went running and yelling "go to the potty! Go to the potty!". Poor kid, I'm surprised he didn't wet his pants on the spot. But amazingly, only half of the picture was faded and he went on the potty like a pro!
The first night I ended up washing about a dozen pair of underwear, the 2nd night it was down to about 4, and yesterday was 2! And he woke up the last 2 mornings with his picture completely intact. He is doing so amazingly well and I am so proud of him. After every time he goes, I say "Great job, buddy!!" (all excitedly) and he replies "Thank you, mama!" (with definite pride in his voice - the good kind :)
I had to share this rite of passage with you all and thank all of you who said a prayer for us. It definitely worked.