Last night, Drew went to sleep in a pair of big-boy undies.
I'm not happy about it.
I know, that is usually an exciting thing. When your two year old reaches the age where they can stay dry all night, cementing the potty training process is complete, is typically a time to celebrate.
This one was not.
He did not go to sleep in big-boy undies because he is potty trained and can stay dry all night. He went to sleep in big-boy undies because I can not figure out a way to keep a diaper on that kid, and after several attempts and a half a roll of duct tape, I grew tired of hearing maniacal giggling from him and frustrated yelling from the twins, "Moooo-ooom, Drew threw his diaper at me. Again!" So I gave up and decided that at least the undies would keep any wayward stream of urine from spraying too far, which could potentially reach his dresser, his lamp, and his oldest brother.
Luckily, the kid is a sound sleeper, so I was able to sneak in after he fell asleep and put a diaper on him. I could smell pee somewhere, but couldn't find a wet spot, so I just gave up and vowed to wash his sheets today.
I need to go buy more duct tape.