A couple of weeks ago I decided I wasn't going to push Lucas into potty training until he was ready. I have not been looking forward to this milestone and I didn't want it to be completely miserable for the both of us. However, we have been trying to teach him the concept by putting him on the toilet in the mornings and at night. This was less than successful, after a few seconds he would look at us, and say, "mommie broken, it's broken." To say I was surprised Monday morning when Lucas said, "mommie potty" is an understatement. I will admit I did not want to put him on the potty, it was early and I had not even put my glasses on yet. In the end I figured I better, because what if he actually went. Sure enough he went, and we praised him a lot. I have never been so excited, which is pretty sad, and goes to show that our world revolves around Lucas and his small successes. That night Craig put him on the potty and sure enough he went pee and poop. At this point I figured we should probably follow through and make an effort to potty train Lucas. So it began, and we are still working on it. Lucas will go in the morning and at night, when we put him on the potty, but during the day is hit or miss. If I put him on the potty he will usually go, however, he has yet to tell us he needs to go, which is evident by the pile of wet underwear and jeans on the dyer. To give Lucas some credit, we have been kind of busy, and though we have been doing the best we can at the moment, we just haven't been able to hunker down at home and get it done. Will see how it goes. We are proud though that doesn't seem to have a problem with going poop and pee in the potty, though I worry that he thinks every time he goes potty he has to go poop. (Editor's Note: Katie actually took pictures of this momentous occasion, which shows how sad our lives can be sometimes. Unfortunately the pictures are not rated for public distribution.)