More indoctrination

Couldn't resist posting this photo. No one will believe me, but it's completely unstaged. Calla sat down in her little chair, picked up some of her favorite reading material, and started reading to her baby. At first, the magazine was upside down, but she actually righted it, which I'm sure proves she'll be a great reader.


Two other recent victories... two honest-to-pete incidents on the tiny pink potty. Wahoo! Both times were more of an accident than anything else, and I think Calla was horrified by what happened, but Joe and I appropriately whooped and hollered. Hopefully, she hasn't been permanently scarred. Last Sunday at church, Calla and I had to scamper out quickly during the sermon because she started to insistently repeat (with an increasing sense of urgency) "wet...wet....wet... WET...WET...WET!" I got the point. The whole congregation got the point.

We're just grateful she doesn't have any other - ahem - diaper vocabulary.