Pirate Potty

A while back I mentioned that we were potty training Nolan. Well, I just happened to never mention it again because we quit. Than we started several weeks later, and then quit. Well we're at it again and I think it's finally working (just in time for preschool). We've been reading "Pirate Potty" and I've been letting him stand up. He's always done well with the pee-pee bit, but poop was another story. I'll save you the details of our many hardships, but yesterday we had a breakthrough! He actually came to me and said, "Mom, I have to go potty!" And he went. No. 2. Just like that! I felt as though the heavens opened and smiled down upon me! I sang. I danced. We put a stamp on his poop chart and a sticker on his pirate hat. He ran around with his hat on saying "Arrr, Matey" the rest of the afternoon. Here is my little pirate pooper. X marks the spot, buddy!
Yesterday, Ezra was doing plenty of squealing at the dinner table. Nolan hates this and usually screams back. I couldn't take it anymore and reminded Nolan that when he screams back it only makes Ez scream more. Well, the next time it happened, Nolan said angrily, "Ezra, you are NOT terrific!"
And this evening Nolan kept slugging Ez while they were in the tub. I said, "Nolan, do not hit your brother." He got this innocent look on his face and casually said, "Oh yeah, I forgot." Oh brother.