Sunday, October 30, 2005
Posting a Day Late
Okay a day late, a dollar short, but at least it's a story.
We're on our way people, on our way. I have purchased a second fish tank (a 10 gallon for $30). It's the whole kit with light and filter. So, I'm happy. Tommy the Goldfish will move into Nick's room probably tomorrow after the tank has sat for a night and once we purchase Aiden's bed and get that set-up, Dora the Goldfish will move in with Moira and Aiden. This is not the story though.
Yesterday afternoon went something like this...
I hear a noise, look over and yell "Oh my gosh Aiden, just a second Mommy's coming. Don't do anything till I get there. I'm coming." By the time I got to the downstairs bathroom, I had to step over a discarded diaper. I turned the light on to find my 23 month old butt naked, stool moved in front of the toilet and him straddling it. People, he has chosen to potty train. I spent the next 30 minutes in the bathroom with him. It was so funny, as I approached he looked at me, hopped down, waved his hand and said "Come on." Then, he proceeded to close the door behind me. We then spent the rest of the time up and down from the toilet with him reaching out upon his ascent and saying "Help."
He never did pee, but he had a blast getting up and down like a big boy. I told J though that we now have to invest in one of those potty seats that sits on top the regular toilet because his butt about fell in three times.
The potty training fascination has continued anytime the door is left open. YEAH!!
We're on our way people, on our way. I have purchased a second fish tank (a 10 gallon for $30). It's the whole kit with light and filter. So, I'm happy. Tommy the Goldfish will move into Nick's room probably tomorrow after the tank has sat for a night and once we purchase Aiden's bed and get that set-up, Dora the Goldfish will move in with Moira and Aiden. This is not the story though.
Yesterday afternoon went something like this...
I hear a noise, look over and yell "Oh my gosh Aiden, just a second Mommy's coming. Don't do anything till I get there. I'm coming." By the time I got to the downstairs bathroom, I had to step over a discarded diaper. I turned the light on to find my 23 month old butt naked, stool moved in front of the toilet and him straddling it. People, he has chosen to potty train. I spent the next 30 minutes in the bathroom with him. It was so funny, as I approached he looked at me, hopped down, waved his hand and said "Come on." Then, he proceeded to close the door behind me. We then spent the rest of the time up and down from the toilet with him reaching out upon his ascent and saying "Help."
He never did pee, but he had a blast getting up and down like a big boy. I told J though that we now have to invest in one of those potty seats that sits on top the regular toilet because his butt about fell in three times.
The potty training fascination has continued anytime the door is left open. YEAH!!
