"WIPE MY BUM-BUM!!!"

I hear this so many times each night that I think I am starting to block it out. Hence, why I hear it so many times. He just says it over & over (& over) again until we hear him. Poor guy. I really need to dig up that baby monitor, but it is still stuffed in one of the 30 boxes lining the walls of our little apartment.

So, Chase is a certified potty-trained pooper. Yay! Just be glad I took a picture of his potty empty (rather than full like Jon & Kate), because that kid can pump out man-size portions. I'm talking softballs here.
Sorry to gross you out, but that's life when you've got a 3yr old boy.

Our froggy potty here is the one who has made it all possible. Thanks, buddy. No one could take it like you do.