Toilet, meet Zoey...Zo, this is the toilet.
Zoey sat on the toilet tonight. It's not that we expect Zo to be using the proper facilities at this stage of her life but we do try to talk about the proper place for her to do her business as often as we can. We make mention of it pretty frequently. We keep the toilet clean so she can feel free to hang around it and inspect the future home of all her waste products. We even empty out the contents of her diaper into that bad boy on occasion...you know, let her have front row seats. We don't know what we're doing, it just seems to kinda make sense. One of these days this summer we'll be in full-on toilet training mode and we kinda look at this time as her Spring Training.
When I came around the corner tonight and caught Mom and Zo trying the toilet on for size for the very first time ever, I grabbed for the camera, in a freakish display of fatherdom. The sun was filtering down through the window and it was the kind of beautiful that, I imagine, only a parent really recognizes. There was Zo and her Mum basking in the golden glow of a hard days ending and they were talking about poop.
Sigh...this @#$% never ceases to be funny...and sweet. Funny and sweet.