He is potty-trained now, and we're in the process of removing his training potty so he can just go in the real thing and make everyone's lives 100% more wonderful. Whenever he pees in the grown-up one, he peels off precisely one square of toilet paper and drops it in the toilet before flushing. Does not wipe anything, just drops the paper in the toilet. Because that's what you do, right? Go potty, put paper in toilet, flush. So that's what Jim does.
Jim got a fever recently. This is him adorably sleeping it off.
He talks funny. I feel bad laughing at him, so I hold it in until he's gone, but seriously, man, he talks really funny. I can't figure out why he says some of the things he does. Fire ants are always "ant fire," and he's deathly afraid of them. He uses pronouns correctly to say "I hungry" or "Dat's mine," but he still says "MY DO IT!!!!!11" when we do something that Jim should have been able to do (which is everything, you know). He gets all ahead of himself and fills in sentences with "deedlydeedly" while he's thinking of the next word. "Dat one" is also a good all-purpose word and is used in a variety of syntactically questionable ways, such as "Dat mine dat one red candy," which presumably means "The red candy is mine." That said, his language is really progressing astonishingly well at the moment.
See, look, isn't he cute?
As you may have guessed from the previous paragraph, Jim is a completely selfish creature right now. All things belong to Jim. All games are on Jim's turn all the time. All tasks must be done by Jim alone with no assistance, lest the calls of "Noooooooooooo dat MY do it!" commence.
He totally commandeered our bed for recovery purposes.
We made the grievous error (or wise strategic choice, maybe, because it worked) of using M&Ms as a potty-training reward. Now he carefully metes out his urine one drop at a time so he can get "one candy peez" each time. This occurs especially around bedtime, when he's figured out that he can drag the proceedings out an extra half hour or so by going to pee fifteen times.
He tried to take Lottie's, too, but she wasn't having it.
Jim can totally play video games now. He knows what buttons do what, and he only needs help on the tricky parts (like anything that requires jumping a gap). Of course, he has no idea that there's any sort of point involved, and god forbid you try to take the controller to reach the goal. That's JIM's do it, you know.