Up, down

Evan has started using the potty. I'm not sure how or why he decided to do this now, and I have no idea if it's just an interesting fluke or we really are on the road to diaper-freedom. But regardless, I am perfectly willing to drop everything and applaud enthusiastically when that chubby little behind hits the seat. It's kind of tricky, in that he can't actually say "I need to go potty," but by now we are all pretty fluent in Evan-ese so it's working. (Incidentally, 'ability to communicate need' and 'child has words for blah blah blah' are always at the top of those "Is Your Child Ready to Potty-Train" lists. Apparently Evan has not read those.) (Also incidentally, WHY WON'T HE TALK?)

So this morning our bread-making was interrupted by a potty-party. We left Ethan to hold down the fort and returned to this:

"Oh Mom, that's just some dirt from when I was in Colorado. Some Colorado-dirt," he explained casually. "And some hay."