The big toilet seat

Potty training Peter. Going much better than anticipated. Whew!

He tells people "I went potty in the big toilet seat." I still think he has his gender identity mixed up--he sits down backwards, straddling the seat. Did I mention he has to be naked? I say whatever works. Steve says, what are you going to do in public? Honestly I am not so worried about that as much as I am about Rachel. Now that he is naked more, she has discovered something new. Peter's family jewels. When Grandpa was tending the other day he heard laughing. When he checked, Peter exclaimed "Rachel is tickling my penis!" TMI?

This kid makes me laugh daily. At the pool the other day, the lifeguard had it out for him. He was jumping for the backstroke flags, and actually grabbed one-which ripped off. Big deal! Those flags never make it through the summer anyhow. The lifeguard came over to Peter and asked his name. Then she explained in a very long winded conversation he needs to stop breaking rules. (This is a 3 year old remember) His response: Did you know I got water up my nose? I kept my distance and pretended he was not mine. Laughing the whole time of course.

Peter also loves to swear. He is our first kid we have had this problem with. He was mad at Luke and told me, "Damn that Lukers." When telling Luke the story his response was--"he got that from Dad."