Still toilet training, or really doing it this time. I finally pulled the diapers, Sam can wear them at night only. It's been a long week of bathroom trips but he is finally coming around, or at least peeing in the toilet with minimal accidents. Pooping is another story.
Christmas we literally spent running back and forth from the toilet every time we spotted the "poop-face." He would then sit on the toilet and freeze. At my parents' house, several trips (maybe fifteen?) and several pairs of underwear later, I sat him down on the toilet and went back down to Christmas dinner to find a book to read him and my glass of wine. I wheeled an office chair into the bathroom and settled in for the long haul. He looked up at me like I was crazy, "what are you doing?"
"We're going to read a book and wait for your poop."
"It came."
We peered into the toilet and sure enough, he had produced. I cleaned him up and he asked if he could tell Nana, as she had a toy waiting for this miraculous moment.
I was washing my hands and told him "yes," then started to tell him that was a private conversation when he raced out of the bathroom. He got midway down the stairs which lead into the dining room, where about 10 extended family members were enjoying their dinner, calling, "Nana, Nana!"
I heard the dinnertime conversation cease, "yes?"
"I pooped in the toilet, and it was ENORMOUS."
Still in the bathroom, I dropped my head into my hands.
A beat of silence from downstairs and then a rousing round of applause. Luckily we had an understanding audience of relatives.
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