Potty Time

So Declan's pretty much potty trained now. We're still having some poop accidents, but they're few and far between. He even wakes up in the morning to pee instead of going in his pull up, which is awesome. A lot of mornings I'm woken up by his feet running urgently to the bathroom, and then his race-horse pee stream hitting the water. Just in case I might have managed to sleep through that noise festival, he bursts into my room loudly requesting that I guess-what-he-just-did?! and demanding a vigorous high five. Lucky for me, I just have to offer the hand; he provides the vigor.

With this newfound enjoyment of going potty has come a hilarious bonding between brothers. They both think "wiener" is the funniest word ever and giggle maniacally when they hear it. Last night, I went to see why the boys were talking instead of sleeping; Logan told me he and Declan couldn't go to sleep yet because they were talking about the problem of wetting their beds. And they have discovered that it's quite fun to pee at the same time and make an X with their streams. I'm telling you, boys are gross.

Logan has been adorably supportive of Declan's transition to the potty. Every time Dex goes, Logan tells him excitedly something like good job, gives him a high five, and says he's so proud of Dex.

Volcano

Declan said this morning, "I'm pretending my peanut is a volcano!"

I should probably teach him the proper pronunciation of penis, but he's still young enough that it's freaking cute and quite amusing when he calls it his peanut.