...would blog in one week about leaking breastmilk AND pee. And be SUPER EXCITED about the peeing. I really don't know myself anymore. But yes, I'm about to blog about pee. You are forewarned.
This morning I was rudely interrupted in the middle of my hot shower by Mr. Cob instructing me to turn the water off. He had a very serious look on his face, so I did as I was told. He was holding Lukas, who was dressed in just a diaper and they were both BEAMING with joy. Mr. Cob looked so proud. I had no idea what they were about to tell me.
Mr. Cob then proceeded to tell me this story:
After I got in the shower the boys went downstairs to let the dog out. Afterwards Mr. Cob needed to pee himself, so he asked Lukas if he wanted to go sit on the potty (we have a green frog toddler potty that stays in our downstairs bathroom that Lukas occasionally likes to sit on, usually totally naked). Lukas yelled POTTY and off they went. Mr. Cob made some comment about making water in the potty and Lukas yelled "wa wa", looked down as he was sitting on the potty and STARTED PEEING. I am totally shocked. I'd like to think this means we're on the way to potty training, but I'm not an idiot. It was probably a fluke, but it was a reassurance that one day sometime in the future, diapers will be a thing of the past! Thank heavens.
I know that this is a Lukas milestone that no one else cares about except for me and Mr. Cob, but I'm sharing anyway since this blog is also Lukas' baby book. So, another first! At 19 months and 6 days old my big boy pee-pee-ed in the potty!!!
Oh, and I'm still slowly losing my mind thanks to the weaning, but I'm now convinced that it's not serious depression because I mean, really, I wouldn't be this excited about pee if I was deeply depressed. Right? So that's good. I think.
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