We discovered the secret to potty training for Abigail: Sponge Bob. No, not on Television, not in sticker form (methods that sounded like they’d be effective) – we have Sponge Bob and Patrick on the toilet. Literally. We got a Sponge Bob Squarepants toilet seat and now Abby thinks it’s fun and cool to go to the potty. Moral of the story? Television is from the devil :) If she’d never seen Sponge Bob (my fault) she’d have been just as bored as before with the old potty seet.

I finally lost control and bought a bladder. A hydration bladder that is. One for hiking. Since I’m going to ascend to the height of Mt. Everest divided by two and subtract a whole bunch on Saturday I thought I should bring plenty of water. For me plenty of water means about five or six gallons, but they didn’t make any personal hydration units that held that much water (I can’t imagine why not). So I bought this back pack and I’m ready to hike with a little over two liters of water strapped to my back.

What is even funnier than me playing with a bladder is that I could play with the bladder with Abby. I filled it up (cleaned it) and then slowly but surely got her pretty wet by spraying water into her mouth and missing most of the time. She thought it was good fun and so she kept coming back for more in-your-face water squirting. The down side is that this bladder needs to be held up in the air while you just let it go, however, if you’re sucking on the water, it matters very little what you’re doing with the bladder.

Fun has been had and it’s almost worth the $30.00+ dollars it cost me just in the fun with Abby.

Abby discovered more about being a little girl this week. She touched herself in the private girl part and looked inquisitively at me. Why me Lord? Why didn’t she ask her mommy? So I explained that it was a v*gina which Abby was pleased to know as she instantly parroted back, “‘agina?” I affirmed this close enough pronounciation. The worst part is that now she’s touching it when on the potty and reminding us of its name.

Then, yesterday after I had showered from working out, she burst in on me in the buff and immediately spotted my ‘manacles.’ So we covered that territory, too. Being a dad of an inquisitive (almost) two year old is sure fun. I can’t wait until she asks where babies come from :)

Abby is the cutest. Proof:

I reallize that the title is probably not a strong reference to Bo Jackson for most people, but since I spent a lot of money (along with my brother who probably spent even more than I did) to collect a huge amount of Bo Jackson collectors cards only to have him fade into nothing, the reference means something to me. Abby insisted she bring her sunglasses with her to church this morning and on the way to church she put them on. Upside down. With the arms of the glasses pointing up underneath her ears. It was priceless and I had no way to photograph it. However, she was surely cute and I had to share.