number one and number two
i was shaving the other day when i heard owen say, ‘papa! i went pee pee in the toilet.’ normally that would be fine, except when i looked at the toliet to my right, owen was nowhere to be found. he had yelled from the other room.
i stopped in mid-shave to walk into the living room to find owen, pants around his ankles standing (not quite arms akimbo) with a huge smile on his face. he had dragged his small travel potty out into the living room, taken his own pants off (this was a first) and then peed.
i inspected the floor near him and, sure enough, he had gotten ever y last drop into the small travel toilet. not a single drop on the floor. ah, youth. i couldn’t do that if i tried.
i congratulated him, cleaned his toilet out and placed it back on the pile of things we’re taking on our trip. and went back to shaving. as i was rinsing my face, i heard from behind me, ‘i’m going to go poop!’ and then watched the blur of a two year old running towards his room.
by the time i left for work, owen was completely naked, sitting back on his travel potty with the look of a guy who had some serious things to, erm, work out.
brava little guy!!! you are growing up to be the kind of boy your parents can be proud of and your lola, too! high five!!!!
oh my - piles for the trip! already!! when are you leaving? so excited and can’t wait for photos of your family travels!