Shae had an early birthday “Ladies Night Out” last night so, naturally, I assumed the role of sole caretaker of Johnathan. Something that I’m not always used to and often struggle with but consistently enjoy nonetheless.

We had a great night with lots of reading and laughing and eating (only a few cookies… I made him share) but the real gem came in the morning. Well, we woke up in the same bed because he sensed something awry with the Mama-less house and climbed up with me at about 1am. I always enjoy being kicked in the face by 3 inch feet! Really I do! Seriously! Anyway, this morning I was getting him ready to go to church so he could play with his toddler friends in the playgroup and I could work in the back with the Sunday school audio/video techs, and he touched his diaper and said, “poo?” Well, normally we have a routine of sitting on the potty (by we I mean Johnathan) for ten minutes at a time just so he can coax us into blowing bubbles for him, but i thought this might be different. So I pulled off his overalls and hustled him onto the potty, and blew bubbles, and… “plop — plop!” That’s right! Two golden ones (not literally) right into the honey-bucket! I think we’re making some serious progress!

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