Last night, before bath…I put my pee-pee in the potty. This morning, after I woke up…I put pee-pee in the potty. Now, I may not know to tell Momma when I need to go, but I DO know that when you sit on the chair and make a deposit, you get a potty treat…M & M…not a bad gig!

On Friday, Gigi took me to the doctor due to a fever I’d had for a couple of days. It turns out it was either just a little bug, or cutting my 2 year molars. None the less, I was pretty worn out and I took a four hour nap that afternoon!

On Sunday night, just like I’ve been doing for the last week or so, I sat on my potty chair before getting into the bathtub and I actually put pee-pee IN the potty! Last time it was “on” the potty, but this time…jackpot! We’ve got a long road ahead of us, but at least it’s a step in the right direction!

For the last week or so, I’ve been telling everyone when I go pee or poop in my diaper. So, while getting reading for a bath on Wednesday night (Daddy Golf Night), I peed…in the bathroom….without my diaper on….on Momma’s foot! It was awesome! Momma was getting our bath ready, and I was standing next to her. I guess all that water noise made me have to go, so I just went, right on her pink sock covered foot! By the time she figured out what was going on, I was jumping up and down congratulation myself (Momma Note-The jumping would have been fine had he been done peeing-not the case here) with yells of, “Yeah!” For some reason, she wasn’t so happy with my latest accomplishment. So in the tub, to redeem myself, I peed on Morgan. Shhhh….don’t tell her, only Momma and I saw it happen!

Last night, I thought it might be fun to run around the downstairs with a blanket over my head until I ran right into the corner of the wall in the dining room. When Momma walked in the door (she was at a party with her friends from work) and saw the big knot on my head, she loaded me up and we headed over to the Emergency Room. It was very busy there, and what usually takes about 1/2 hour ended up taking 2 hours! But I was a really good boy! Funny enough-every single doctor there looked like my Daddy or Poppa! I guess bald with a goatee is really in style! The doctor said to Momma, “It’s a bruise. Kids get bruises. He’ll get more bruises. Here’s a handout on bruises.” After the doctor left, she mumbled something about if she hadn’t taken me to get checked, then she was sure all of brains would’ve started leaking out my “bruise” and she’d be hauled away for neglect. I think Momma finally went over the deep end. All is well….for now!

I love you!