Potty Training. The Beginning --

I'd like to send a shout-out to ol' Nana and her readiness to have Nash potty trained. Thank you. I actually don't think we would've been as far along (not ACTUALLY that far along, but you know) as we are without her having those wonderful "grandma patience" that mommies tend to lack.

So, let me paint this picture for you: it's 400 degrees here and we can't play outside; not even in the morning hours. Nash wakes up everyday rarin' to go and with a new baby in the house Mommy is less than eager to much of anything... but sleep. So, one afternoon while watching movie #3,890 of the week, Nash mentions he has to "poop". Mom and I just look at each other, scoop Nash up and haul butt (get it? haha) to the bathroom. No golden ticket to speak of but some entertaining pictures to share:

what's a little private time without words with friends, right?

He will, undoubtedly, kill me for this post one day. Mommy's right. Sorry ;p