This weekend we decided that we hadn't had enough Gene and Connie so we followed them half-way to Puerto Rico and caught up in Panama City Beach, Florida. We spent Saturday on the freezing beach and today just hanging out in the hotel. It was a wonderful time and we're so glad that Memah called and asked us to come down for a couple more days of indulgent fun. It finally felt like we had been able to enjoy them being here with us.
So this morning when we woke up I was trying to keep BGB from waking the rest of the world up and after bribing him with milk, books and trains I decided to try and change his diaper. He told me it was dry. You know as well as I do, you never believe a three year old unless you want to end up cooking a Hot Wheels in the oven or believing that his little brother really did do all of it.
So I checked, he was bone dry. You have to remember that Brig is a full three years old and has less interest in potty training than I do in slavic languages (sorry Joe) but I thought, "what the hell?!" So I took the little man into the bathroom, sat him up on the potty and began to think about Niagra Falls. It wasn't working so I gave him a drink of water and then all the sudden Brig noticed that what was going in was going straight through.
Rarely are days more waited for in a parents life than the day in which the light goes on and children start peepin' inda potty.
He got soooo much candy, promises of riches, toy trains beyond his wildest dreams and big time excessive attention. And let me tell you, there is so much more of that to come for the first time he floats the little brown schooner, if you know what I mean.
I'm proud of Brig and happy for his mother. She hasn't stop beaming all day; that boy's a genius--he can pee in bucket.
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AWESOME!! :)
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