Jay is potty training like a madman. In the past two days he has used the potty chair five times, all on his own. He gets this wild-eyed look on his face and then trucks down the hall way pulling on his shorts. We know he has been successful when he calls out, "Woohoo! I get teats from Grama Farkar!" (Translation: "I get treats from Grandma Farquhar"- My mom sent up M&Ms and "big boy" underwear to get the process going. He is STOKED.) He even empties the potty chair himself. This is o.k. with me. In fact, if we try, he gets pretty upset. I think he feels robbed of the full experience. Again, this is o.k. with me.
Becca came over the other day and got all artsy with the camera. Behold the most adorable pictures ever. Thanks, Becca!
[Unforch, the pictures are taking waaaaaaaay too long to upload, so I can only get a few up before I have to get to school. I will try to get more up later.]

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