Bandaids and Underwear

So yesterday was Bandaid day. Why do kids like bandaids so much??? All it took was a tiny fall while at the park yesterday, for LP to decide that he needed about a dozen of the sticky things on his legs, a few on his chest, and one on the tip of each finger. So much for leaving the bandaid box (you know, the mommy-size box, the one you get with 200 in it because you're getting a better deal) on the bathroom counter... and then leave to change JS's diaper. Yup, you come back to bandaid-camouflage boy.
But what else do you see in this picture??? C'mon!! It's so obvious to me, but most likely not to others. THAT'S NOT A DIAPER-BUM!!! LP is now proudly wearing underwear! We started last Thursday and the first day and a half was horrible, I think he had about 12 accidents despite the fact we were bribbing him with mini-oreos and I was ready to give up (again, this is try number three over the past year). But since Friday night, he is a master of the potty. WOO-OO! I am so excited I don't have to change his dirty diapers anymore!

Bravo Louis-Pasca! Maman et Papa sont tellement fiers de toi!!!