Toilet Training

Given how my family loves to tease me about their fantastic failure to potty train me, we've started early with Sienna.  (I would like to say in my defense, that I was potty trained, and then KT came along so I unpotty-trained myself for attention (and hello, parental divorce), and realized that my plan was brilliant because soon I was given gummy bear incentives to re-potty-train.  If I went cold turkey, I would have not gotten those gummy bears, so I drew it out.  While some may chide that my actions were a sign of neandertal-like behavior, I'm pretty sure that it was a signal of my future brilliance (as evidenced by my ability to woo laura.  I used similar tactics of pooping in my pants, and it worked fantastically in convincing her to be my bride)).  Anyway, here's the picture.


She's become resistent to sink pees, but she's taken to the bucket
(inspired by memories of the yurt, perhaps).



Little privacy please.

This week we probably caught a dozen pees, and one poo.