Lo and behold, Seabass is using the potty. And it was all his idea, just like you said it would be. Thanks for keeping the hope alive, friends. I gotta say, it’s been awfully nice to hear him scurry to the bathroom and potty on his own while I’m cooking dinner or nursing Sweet Chuck, as though he’s done it all along.
Navigating summertime pool fun with his new-found love for underwear and le potty has been tricky, though. Questions arise like “Why don’t I need to wear underwear in the pool?” and “What do I do if I need to poop when I’m in the pool?” You’d be surprised how difficult it is to explain these mores to a young human.
And clearly I haven’t done a very good job, as evidenced by the following scene from a recent swim lesson. Keep in mind we were surrounded by gobs of parents/kids.
Me: [dripping wet, holding Sweet Chuck in one arm while wrapping a towel around Seabass with the other]: So, sweetie? How was your swim lesson?
Seabass: Good! [now yelling] MAMA I PEED IN THE POOL!!! I DIDN’T POOP, BUT I PEED!! IN THE POOL!!!
If he peed in the pool, what, oh what, are they “bathing” in?!?
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
Higher Highs, Lower Lows 
OH yeah his face says it all!
Oh everyone pees in the pool! =)
I am sure it was only a small increment of excrement. Potty training is ongoing at our house too!