…it might as well be Jake.
We are in the throes of potty-training. And today marked the first poopy on the potty! (Are you all cheering and doing the wave for us out there?)
And what was the motivation for the poopy on the potty? Well, let me just tell you…
He had just gone pee on the potty and said he was all done and so we got him dressed. Then he saw his sister’s pink glittery lotion sitting in the bathroom, and he wanted some so he could be sparkly. I told him that he could have some if he made poopies on the potty (I hate that I sound so silly writing “poopies” and such, but that is my life right now. Oh well.).
So, he said he needed to. Right at that very moment. And so we undressed him, again (overalls, of course. anything else would’ve been too easy), and there he sat. And sat. And sat….til he pushed out the tiniest little turd you ever did see.
And he was so proud. And I was so proud. And he washed his hands and got pretty pink glittery cherry lotion for his hands.
One poopy down, a lifetime to go (heehee. get it? to go? that wasn’t even on purpose! I crack myself UP! allright, I’m going to bed now…).
Big ups to Jake! I’m sure that is a big weight off your shoulders to have that first one out of the way. Now you have to go for #2. Get it, #2! Oh, you are contagious.
heehee. I’ve starting a running joke. Get it? Running? Oh man, I hope none of it starts running. Ewwwww. :p
As Marty’s Papaw used to say, “I don’t think he gets it.”
I hope no one gets “it”. heehee