Bathroom Do's...and don'ts

So, hearing my son scream the words "Mommy, I'm a big boy because I pee peed standing up," from the restroom isn't quite a celebration if you have only taught him to pee sitting down... This is a discussion my husband and I have quite often because I am a bit of a neat freak and refuse to teach a kid learning to pee how to pee in a pot AND try and aim all at once. One thing at a time daddy-o. So, when Bryce yelled that the other day, I ran in the restroom faster than I have run since highschool track (and let me tell you, that was FAST--jk). He had moved his stool in front of the toilet and decided to try it on his own. He did do a pretty good job, but I told him to wait on us from now on. He is such a girly little boy that I thought we'd never have this issue (ok, not really, but we can't even get him to pee in the grass outside and his favorite color is pink and he makes us call him "Miss Larissa"--the Wiggley girl dancer--all the time). I guess the days of sitting to pee are coming to an end. Maybe I'll teach him to use a Clorox wipe, too. I know the trick of putting cheerios in the potty, blah, blah, blah, but that doesn't mean it will actually hit one. The other day I found him sitting in Brayden's bouncy watching tv. He called it his movie chair. He was eating space ice cream that a kid from my class brought him from NASA. If you've never tried space ice cream then don't. It's horrible. This past Saturday Bryce got the game ball after his t-ball game. This is a great honor (to be the next kid in line on the roster) that comes with having to bring snacks to the next game. Awesome, way to go, Bryce...