Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Houston, We Have Underwear

Just about everyone is familiar with the terse phrase, “Houston, we have a problem,” spoken by a calm, but alert NASA astronaut. All sorts of activities were reported to Houston.

Naturally, this lead to my youthful misunderstanding that “Houston” was jargon for “headquarters.” You know, like CB radio operators say “Roger” or “10-4” instead of “OK.” It must be that one calls on Houston when giving an account to one’s superiors.

I will not admit how old I was before I realized that Houston wasn’t a code name for anything. Houston was, um, HOUSTON, the city in which NASA Mission Control is located. Yeah.

All of this is just a long intro to reporting that the little dude specifically requested to wear underwear to his gymnastics class today, making it his first foray out of the house without a diaper ever. And he did very well. This whole potty training thing may work after all.

On the photography front:
Q-ster is only intermittently interested in being photographed these days, so it’s a good thing I have a few months before Buster learns how to crawl away from my camera.


Mayberry said...

Wahoo!!! Yay for undies!

mothergoosemouse said...

I used to think that when my father took a business trip to Washington, he went all the way out west to Washington State. It took far too long for me to realize that Washington DC was his actual destination.

Congrats on the big boy drawers!

kittenpie said...

It was when you watched Apollo 13 wasn't it?

And undies are GOOD motivation! You are on your way now, lady.

Jenny, the Bloggess said...

Ha! Okay, you totally get a pass on using the Houston joke.