PittyPittyPotty

Yes, for once you’ll appreciate not having an accompanying photo for a blog entry….

This evening, on the changing table, Stian said something along the lines of “poot” and then “potty chair.” It was already late and it had been a rather arduous evening, but, OK, just because he said something, I got him down off the changing table—nakey nakey—and sat him on the potty chair. “Daddy sit on potty chair!” Fine, daddy sits, too. (The potty chair is in by the grown-up sized potty chair.) We were just sittin’ there, havin’ a conversation when, yep, you figured it out long ago, there was a previously unheard noise in the potty chair.

There was much rejoicing, and inspecting and hoopla. We dumped the contents of Stian’s potty chair into the grown-up sized potty chair, did some more inspecting, then pushed the button and “aw gone, potty!”

This probably won’t happen again for a while, but we note here this inaugural for the potty chair for posteriority. (Hah! Get it? “posteriority”?!)