I realize there’s about 1 & 1/4 years left before we’re likely to even start potty training Ollie Mac. He has unfortunately taken this moment of epiphany to start screaming every time we change him. Kudos to you, kid. Great timing. Now I will actively hate your for 1 minute, at least 3 times a day, until you start taking care of business.

That’s 1,368 minutes of hate. I did the math for you. I figured, if you can’t make a wee on your own, you’d probably need help with the calculations.

So what do I do in the meantime? Other than grimace and grab my range ear muffs, to protect me from your ear piercing cry? Well, when you wake up at 5AM, and I’m forced from my slumber to carry you downstairs to feed & change you, I hold you while I take care of business.

That’s right. You in one hand… me in another.

I’m hoping you start associating the sound, as the proper way to relieve yourself. Maybe through some sort of twisted, bathroom-osmosis, you will learn sooner than later how to ‘get your porcelain on’ and ‘rock out with your…’ well… you get it.

You’re 9 months old and already trying to repeat words. Congrats. Now take some of that brain power and apply it to early bathroom readiness.

Much appreciated,
Papa