Today I didn't get to go running before Jon left for work; which pretty much rules out the option of a workout outside the home for the day. So I did a little half hour work out video that my sister lent me while Jonah made comments about "Mommy dancing". Afterwards, I put Jonah in the bath. When it was time to get out and lather him up with lotion and get him dressed, he slipped out of his room while still totally nakey and started playing around in the kitchen. I walked out to get him and saw him squatting on the floor red-faced. I ran over and saw that he had peed on the floor and quickly picked him up and put him on the toilet (NOT his training potty but the real one). As I got out the mop to clean up his mess, I heard SPLASH and ran to find that he had fallen in the toilet. I couldn't help but laugh. I think he was pretty scared but the kid is so darn skinny that I guess it was inevitable. I wish I could have taken a picture.
I think this event today has guaranteed another 6 months in diapers until he has overcome his fear of falling in.

This picture has nothing to do with the post but I wanted to post it a while ago and didn't. I took these pictures in the fall.