Fluke, but Funny

So kind-of a big day, although not more than a fluke.  Rowan is really obvious when he’s ready to do “#2;” he grunts, gets red in the face, stares off into the distance, wiggles forward and backward, or any combination of these.  I purchased a potty chair recently with this predictable-poop-routine in mind and the thought that at least we’d need it eventually.

Well, we used it today.  I’ll spare the details, but I saved myself a diaper change.  There was, however, no celebration as Rowan didn’t really understand that anything out the ordinary happened  (he poops in his highchair all the time) and was more content to play with the boy-parts he so rarely sees.  :)