Good Job Daddy

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I post this story with permission from Ryan. I want to start typing these up, as I said last time and as Grandma Rudd said, so that we can look back and have these documented. We thought it would be an easy way to document our happenings throughout our days and weeks. Please don't feel obligated to read all of them, as there will be many posts. We're kind of making it a journal/scrapbooking page, especially for those who are living far away. So, with that said, here is our funny moment of the day... Braxton has been beginning to potty train as of late, and our method of training him is praise. We try and make a big deal out of it when he makes it to the potty. Some of the time he even gets to call daddy and tell him what a big boy he is. So, yesterday Ryan was in using the restroom and Braxton followed him to the door. Braxton stood there until Ryan flushed the toilet. When Ryan opened the door Braxton started clapping and cheering, "Good job Daddy! Yeaaaah!" It was so funny. Of course it was said in his sweet high-pitched voice.