Master and Commander...of the Loo

It was preordained. I told Paul, as we sat cramped on kiddie chairs in the guest bathroom, hoping for our son to be ever victorious, that it would be our clever baby girl who mastered the act first.

While I have not been proven right (yet), Charlotte is on track to more than lap her brother. For the last week, my 20-month-old daughter has been signaling the need to go by physically pushing me (hands on my rear) into the bathroom with the urgent words "pee pee!"

Then she takes the potty insert and puts it on top of the toilet and starts to yank off her shorts. Up on the potty she instructs me: "read!" So far no action, but she is eeeeeager. She even wipes! I don't think this process will take as long as the Bataan death march that is Harry's progress...but I've been wrong before. Go Team Charlotte!