He's done it three times. I'd like to report that he is learning how to go to the bathroom like the rest of us, but he really has no idea what's going on. We plunk him down, sans diaper, before he takes a bath at night. He sits there, pantsless. We sing songs. Sooner or later, something is deposited in the bowl. We then praise him, to a level that is more appropriate for someone who has just won the nobel prize or saved a bunch of nuns from a burning building. We also give him M&Ms. We saw this pottly-training method "on John and Kate Plus 8." If they can train 8 kids with M&Ms, we can damn sure train one kid.
But he doesn't get it yet. After he peed in his little toilet last night, he took his bath and then before we could get him dressed, he wandered into the guest room and peed on the floor.
Kempa and Gemma also visited from Florida!
The highlight of the visit was the crazy gymnastics on the yoga balls.
We're not sure if he wore them out, or they wore him out.
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