Hi-ho. John Biggs here, guest blogger and recent new dad.
In an effort to fill the vacuum of my days, I've decided to take a stab at the old Elimination Communciation (EC), a process in which you listen for your baby's "tells" and then sprint upstairs to the potty.
Kasper, the boy, is just now sittting so it seems like a good time give him a few Freudian issues. Every time he grunts, I'll haul him to the little orange see-through potty, strip him like a ham wrapped in plastic, and let him give it the business. I've been successful once so far - the resulting lumpkins were quite handsome, not pressed and contorted by the diaper - but now he is trying to sit up on his own so his exertions often sound like false alarms.
I'll try to update DT readers with my efforts. I've yet to sense the tell-tale sound of his Number 1 efforts, but that's the next step, I suppose.