Yesterday morning Honor slept until noon. NOON! I kept checking on him, but, good Lord, you don’t wake a kid up! He didn’t take an afternoon nap, but it was an acceptable swap. While we waited for him to wake up (a.k.a. enjoyed our slime free peace and quite), Eden and I consumed large amounts of our new favorite snack, Nutella and graham crackers. This is her, “Can I have more?” face.

After he woke up and we had, you know, lunch, I went down to the basement and pulled the training potty out. It was a little dusty, so we took it out side and hosed it down. Honor was so very excited and had to sit on it that minute, so I pulled off all his clothes and the sitting began.

Potty training boys is a whole different thing. They’ve got whole different directional parts, so I had to teach him that he needs to point his pee pee down. He got it down pretty quick, he’d hop onto the toilet, point it down and then hop back up. Over and over and over again. He’s just missing one little detail: the peeing part.

We brought the potty inside and placed it in it’s rightful place in the bathroom. Eden and Honor spent quite a bit of time on their potties respectively; Honor on the training potty and Eden on the “flush” potty. As they sat there together, I reminded Honor that he needs to point his pee pee down and Eden said, “I’m pointing my pee pee down.” “Good job, Eden.”

It wasn’t until I found this:

that I realized what I’ve done. What was I thinking? I renewed his love for the toilet without even realizing it. Sometimes I astound myself with my lack of rational thought. How in the world would I think that he could spend any amount of time in the bathroom and NOT make a mess?

But here’s my big question: If it’s supposed to GO in the toilet, does it still make the toilet list?