Sam's Peepee Goes To Preschool.
Mood:  crushed out
Topic: Sam
This morning we did it; we went and toured Sam's new preschool. He starts in September, and the only trick is going to be getting his peepee (not to mention his behind) in order by that time as far as the peeing and the pooping and when and where to do those things.

I have faith in him, though. He was fascinated by the four-year-olds' room and kept asking the director "What's that for?" and "What do we do here?" So he's motivated. We stopped at Starbuck's beforehand for Mommy's venti nonfat cappuccino and he peed in the toilet like a champ, although I'm going to have to work with him on making sure his peepee is actually pointing into the toilet before he lets fly. "My peepee is getting really good at peeing in the toilet," he mused afterward.

Sam's peepee has quite the personality. Sometimes I will take him to the bathroom and he will try to pee but then explain, 'My peepee says No no no." His peepee says other things, too, and Sam will sometimes wag his peepee up and down and make it "talk" as it says these things. Ben and I find it endearing that his peepee says No no no in the first place. Most guys' peepees don't say anything except Yes yes yes, and that goes for their whole lifetimes.

So, you know, I think Sam and his peepee are going to do okay. Mommy, on the other hand, is a bit of a wreck. Preschool this fall means kindergarten next fall, and excuse me, didn't I just give birth to this kid ten minutes ago? Mr. Baby is all grown up. This is all a bit much for a hormonal pregnant mommy.

In other news, I finally got up off it and bought a domain name. The Mr. Baby Blog is now located at www.MrBabyShow.com. Our motto: Same shit, different URL!