Nate's been resisting potty training despite our gentle urging and purchases of reward trains and Thomas underwear. "Too scary" he would always say. But last night determination must have gotten the better of him. After seeing Julie idly sitting on the little potty, he whipped down his pants and asked for diaper removal, then strained his way to his first #2. The look on his face afterwards was precious: entirely proud.
This morning, not to be outdone, Julie apparently went into the potty and did the same for the first time ever. Gina called me so Julie could share the news. The conversation in it's entirety: "Daddy, I put poopies in potty. Happy day! I want ham."
