Tonight after dinner and before our walk, Oliver did his first big boy potty! We were going upstairs to put on his shoes when he said "poo-poooo!" the way he does with little to no warning. I grabbed him, ran him up to the bathroom, pulled off his diaper, and set him down on his potty just in time. He sat there making a funny face, not knowing quite what to make of this new position. After a few minutes of talking him through it we got up and clapped our hands. It was a good first time at bat. With a little consistancy and some patience we should be able to get through this potty training thing ok.

Later on when we were in the bathtub together when he looked at me and said "poo-poooo!" I jumped up only to realize (by way of the golden fountain) that he uses the same word for both Number One, and Number Two. Either way, that pretty much signaled the end of bathtime for us.

I have the feeling that this potty training thing is going to be the beginning of a messy stage for us all.