SO POOP HAS BEEN DEPOSITED IN THE POTTY. THE NORMAL WAY. AND PEE, ALTHOUGH I THINK THAT WAS SOMEWHAT A HAPPY ACCIDENT.
And here we go...
I wasn't expecting it, really. For the last few days, we have been letting Mr. Personality know that when he learns to go in the potty, he will no longer have to suffer through the multiple torture sessions known around this house as diaper changes.
Hubba-hubba had been especially pushing it yesterday morning, the various charms of the potty. It even sounded good to me. But I wasn't prepared. Only one crappy (I couldn't resist) potty book from Fischer Price, no little prizes to grab out of a bag like I had planned.
Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie, and Great-Grandma were all called so that he could breathlessly inform them of his stupendous achievement. All complied with responses of "what a big boy" and "good for you" etc...
So this is day two of the Surprise Potty Boot Camp, and it is going pretty well, all things considered. We will see if this is just a momentary fascination with the ability to more easily access his "equipment" or if we are really moving down the road to true potty training.
I think I will be just a little sad if it is. Yet another milestone of him not needing me, or us, so much anymore. I didn't really mind changing his diaper at all, even the ones where I would need to pull my shirt over my nose. I guess I'd better get with the program, since that is what raising a child is all about. Sniff, sniff.