I'll see if I can scare up the words, or where to get them, when I get home tonight. Oh, and be ready to have certain adjustments to both viewpoint and sense of humor at this point in the proto-housebreaking saga, things that the non-diapering crowd won't understand. Like the time somebody put a pot of brown mustard on the table, and it was just the exact right/wrong color...I started laughing so hard I couldn't stop to explain why I wasn't using the mustard, or what was so funny in an otherwise un-hilarious lunch...you'll see.