It's potty time!

Last night, DJ asked Daddy "to take a bath".  While DJ and Daddy were having a ball (from what I could hear), Elektra was crawling around in the kitchen getting into the plastic bags and other recycleables and pushing the chair across the floor as she practiced walking while I was cleaning the kitchen. 

Then I see Steve come into the kitchen, disappear into the living room, and then come back through the kitchen holding DJ's favorite books.  Ah, DJ must have requested them.  Two seconds later I hear,

"Honey, you have to see this NOW."

???

I dry my hands, pick up Elektra, and walk into the bathroom.  There is DJ, sitting on the big potty, and a line of urine on the floor in front of him.

Apparently, DJ had said to Steve when he got out of the tub that he wanted to sit on the potty.  Ok, great, Steve sat him on the potty.  Then DJ asked for his Mickey Mouse books (which were in the living room).  Then when Steve got back to the bathroom with the Mickey Mouse books, but before I got in there, DJ said to Steve, "Pee pee come out of DJ's noo-noo!" which is how Steve knew to look down at the floor (before he stepped in the urine himself).

After much praise for going pee pee on the potty, DJ was told to push down his noo-noo next time so that pee pee goes IN the potty.

Then I was glad I moved the bathroom rug last weekend out from in front of the toilet...!!

We obviously hope he continues to want to potty train.  Either way, though ,we'll let him pace himself.