This is a milestone day in D's life...  we're finally potty training him.  We probably could have done it earlier in the year, but we wanted to wait until D's preschool was closed so we can have a few uninterrupted days.  Mrs. Fly uses a Spartan method called Potty Boot Camp, which basically teaches the kids to be trained in a few days.  After an accident, Mrs. Fly is supposed to run him all around the house as discouragement so he won't do it again.  This is Sparta!!!

The Fly house is on Orange Alert (well, technically Yellow and Brown alert). This is because for the next few days, D will not be wearing a diaper during the day.  We have to make sure we don't step into any accidental puddles or deuces that may have been left behind.  Fortunately the geese gave me plenty of practice picking up poop.  Not a brag, obviously.  If he has diarrhea the next few days, I'm abandoning the house and moving to Canada.

G picked it up in less than two days, and he was also good at night.  Hopefully, D will be the same.  But I won't be too harsh if it takes him a while.  It's not that many more years until Old Man Fly will probably need to wear diapers himself.  I suppose on the bright side, I won't need the Leatherass Gatorade bottle next to my desk (not that I use one now - just sayin').  Having warmth flow around my loins both repulses and intrigues me at the same time.  But I digress...

It'll be interesting to us to see how long it takes D to be potty trained.  Apparently, he figured out how to use the portable potty by himself yesterday with no coaching.  We hadn't even started the program yet!  G was always a super-great baby.  D has like an evil genius side to him where I can see him trying to connive his out of the training. Or maybe he'll resort to his fake crying.  We're on to you buddy!  Don't even think about it!!!

Oh Puhleeaze don't take a dump in my office.  Puhleeeaze!