It’s all relative. In the life of a young family, with the youngest just turning 20-months yesterday, a monumental event can be defined thusly: Owen pooped on the potty like a big boy! Heck of a way to celebrate turning the big two-oh (months, that is!). To be honest, Patrick and I haven’t even given a thought to beginning the potty training adventure with Owen yet. The only attempt has been the pre-bath ritual, after the boys have stripped down to their birthday suits and run from one end of the house to the other, of each taking a turn on the potty before getting in the tub. Owen always eagerly climbs up, but had never actually deposited anything in, if you know what I mean. In fact, what usually happens is that once he climbs off the pot, he generally gets chilled and ends up peeing on the carpet before getting into the tub or shower. Cue simultaneous screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” from mommy and daddy. Until yesterday… when I went into to his room to get him after his nap, he greeted me with a loud “toot” and said clearly, “Potty!”. So off we went! And sure enough, he went!!! Hooray! A monumental achievement in the life of one little boy! Ahhh, the things that excite us and we find blog-worthy as parents. Charming, isn’t it? 