We continue potty-training. I've found that letting the Skipper run around half-nude works best. He has gone through several little plastic-covered training pants, and I keep washing them and putting them back on him. Last night, he seemed to have a break-through: he came to me, rather anxious, and said, " I have to pee in the potty, Mama! " But alas ,he had already wet his pants. Still that was the first time he attempted to even get to the potty while wearing pants. With no pants on, he's as reliable as can be, running to the potty just in time, not a drop on the floor. But I can't exactly let him live half-naked. This has been a warm week, but the weather will turn, and he'll have to wear slacks, letalone underpants. Also, his bare bottom sticks to the plastic high chair seat, much like my bare legs used to stick to fake leather car seats on hot days. I lifted him out too quickly tonight, and heard the peel of his skin. " That huwted, Mama! " Poor kid. 

Young Professor and I just finished watching Titanic. We'd never seen it before. I had to send him out of the room a couple times. Ginger joined us for the first half, but left for the second. She knew what a horrific tale it would become. Still, it was a good movie. It made YP and me understand land-lubbers. I was kinda bummed that the big fancy diamond necklace got the toss into the sea... what a waste. I didn't get that. Maybe she was afraid that if she had given it to her grand-daughter, she's be ruined by the money it would bring her. And she'd had enough of rich snooty folk.

I miss Young Mary Ann. I made arrangements for her to fly home to us over spring break, but that seems so long off. While she's here, we'll celebrate Skipper's 3rd birthday. I hope he's potty-trained by then!