While I was checking my email, he "cleaned" my toilet and then decided to potty train himself.Yep, the backside of those sweats were soaked and he was pretty darn proud of himself. He put up quite the fuss when I tried to forcibly remove him from the potty. I'm sure at this point I'm supposed to say "Yay, he's ready to potty train" but in my head I was thinking "Noooo, I don't have time for this, I'd rather change a diaper."
This picture just makes me laugh. Hard. It was less than a year ago that Greyson was struggling to open the slider door, and now we have another little boy who has a problem with this. He wanted to come in, but I was just standing there taking his picture. He doesn't look disgusted with me or anything does he?