Tinkle Tinkle

We have pottying going on!

Yesterday, around 3 p.m., Ander asked to take his nap. First, he wanted a new diaper. Weird, I thought, since he never asks for a new diaper, even when it's soaked and dirty. When I took the diaper off, I noticed it was bone dry.

"Ander, do you need to pee pee?"

"Yes."

"In the potty?"

"Yes."

{Kristy pulls herself off of the floor from the shock and awe of it all}

One hour, fifty songs - including several naughty versions of Rudolph and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, two phone calls, five trips to "check on your brother and be right back", one crying baby nursed on the bathroom floor (so much for nursing in bathrooms is gross...opps), and a plastic fish that squirts water into the toilet later, we had lift-off!

So he wore the big boy undies.

20 minutes later, I asked again. And he did it, again.

After supper, daddy brought him to pee pee.

At bedtime, he was still dry and had gone to the bathroom several times.

Miracles do happen.

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let this continue smoothly.)

Etcetera.