Happy Belated Birthday to Daddy!

Always playing catch-up, it seems. We went out for dinner on Tuesday night for Jeff's birthday. Mariano Rivera* has opened a steakhouse in New Rochelle, so we went to try it. The food was decent and the service was pleasant, but it's nothing to get overly excited about. Ian ate both Daddy's steak and Mommy's pork osso bucco ("Dat's not steak."). He also loved the fish tank they had there because they had a few clownfish ("Nemo!") and a surgeonfish ("Dory!").

But the big news of the day was when I picked Ian up from school, Ms. Jenn said, "You're going to be so proud -- Ian sat on the potty today!" Nothing actually transpired after the sitting, but still, it's a step. Apparently, he didn't want to at first, but then he asked, "Did Ben sit on the potty?" When he was told yes, then he wanted to get on. The seat has a little protective piece (see photo) and Ian pointed to it and said, "Ian's cup." When I asked Ian about it, he mentioned Winnie, Tigger and Eeyore being there with him.

(Sorry to put a picture of a potty seat on your birthday entry, Jeff.)



*For those of you who are not rabid Yankees fans like Jeff, Mariano is the closing pitcher for the Yankees and up until this season has been almost flawless.