Little Jake, tonight was your finest hour. You peed for the first time standing up.

In years to come, we’ll take this for granted and you’ll probably boggle that I even bothered to write this down at all. But I’m so proud wee man.

A couple of months ago, I talked to you about going to the toilet standing up. The idea sounded fun to you, and I even gave you a couple of demos as to how it should be done.

I think it was a mix of stage fright and impatience that made you give up after about a week. We decided it wasn’t the right time, and I didn’t want to pressure you.

Seems it was a good idea, because this evening, after Daniel vacated the bathroom (he’s toilet training at the moment), you just sauntered up to the bowl. Noticing the swagger, I casually suggested that you might want to try it standing up tonight. We lifted the seat up and you got in position and let it fly.

Funny how watching someone pee can make your heart sing, but I was (and still am) so proud that you did this without thinking about it, without worrying. I think I’m going to try this at bedtime for a few nights and see if we can work it into the daily routine until you’re comfortable working by yourself.

Oh, and congratulations on the wee shake at the end. You looked like you’d been doing it for years!