This post will sound a little cheezy, sorry.

I’m so proud of Jack.

Our normal evening routine with Jack is to let him eat dinner, then to take a bath and then to wear his bath robe while sitting on the couch with Christine or I while he drinks his cup of milk before bed.

However, that routine changed this past Monday night.

On Monday night, after drinking his milk, Jack asked to take his robe off, so we let him run around naked. While he ran around naked, we kept asking him “Jack, do you need to go potty?” primarily because he’s gone potty on the floor once before, and we’re hoping that he’s learning when he “needs” to go…

To our surprise, on Monday night, he said “yes, potty.” So I picked him up, and walked into the bathroom and sat him on the big toilet.

He sat there, and bent over, and looked at his pee-pee, and you could just tell he was just waiting for pee to start coming out. So I told him to “push a little, Jack.”

He did, and a few minutes later, he was peeing. “Woohoo!” I yelled, as I gave Christine the play by play…

She was pretty proud. I was super extremely proud.

He was done… after one little squirt and about 2 seconds. So, we got up to go wash hands.

And as soon as I’d turned on the water, he needed to go again, so, I sat him back up on the seat. And, this time, he really went.

Man, I was proud. My kid knows how to pee in the potty. Granted he was sitting down, peeing like a girl, but it’s better than peeing in a diaper. Wow. My boy knows how to pee, on command, and I was there to teach him how to do it.

Isn’t being a dad great!

Then, today, Christine called me at work to tell me that Jack told her he needed to potty again today, but this time, instead of going pee-pee on the big toilet, he went poo on the little boy’s potty that we borrowed from Cyndi and Marc…

So there you have it, the latest news from the Engler house. We now know that 3 out of four family members peeing and pooing in the potty. Most of the time at least.