A few weeks into potty training, Paul is definitely on the right trajectory. Poops were tough at first, but yesterday saw two successful scores, and we got a report of another one at school today. PHEW. I have had about enough of scraping feces out of butt cracks, I tell you what.
Last night we had a small party for Shanna to celebrate her last date-night with us before she leaves for a job teaching kindergarten. During the festivities, Paul ran up to me clutching his butt and saying breathlessly, “OH! I have to go potty!” and we hustled right in there and made good. He was rightfully proud and burst out announcing to the living room crowd, “I POOPED IN THE POTTY!” and the room full of toddler-parents and preschool teachers cheered. Positive reinforcement better even than a jelly bean.
For-real questions Annie has asked at the dinner table the last two nights:
Monday: “But how do you make the babies start growing in your tummy?” (I punted with, “We have a book about that we should read!”)
Tuesday: “Wait, are these chicken legs from a REAL chicken?” (It got dark real fast after that. Muscles, dismembered bodies, and Bambi’s mom did come up.)
What will Wednesday hold? STAY TUNED.