Okay...something WONDERFUL happened today. Joshua POOPED in the POTTY! WHOOOO HOOOO!
Many of you know that we've been having difficulty potty training Josh. It's been frustrating because Timmy was potty trained by the time he was 3. Josh...well, he's about 3 and 1/2 and it's been VERY difficult to get him to poop in the potty.
Last week, I laid down the law. If he was passing gas, I made him sit on the potty until he pushed the turd out! Here's a picture of this experience:
Yes, he's screaming. Yes, he's pissed. Me???? I felt like screaming as well.
So...a couple of days ago, I was able to coax him on the potty. He pooped....and when he did, I screamed like a little girl...I jumped up and down...I clapped my hands....and I think I twirled around once or twice. Actually, I know it was twice because that's what got Josh going--he started cracking up...LAUGHING AT ME because I was sooooooo excited that he had squeezed a turd in the toilet and I didn't have to wipe the smashed up poo from his butt. WHOO HOOOO!!!!!!! He was rewarded with Bubble Tape. Which he ate. Like swallowed. So he's got a huge wad of gum in his stomach that will stay there for 10 years. When do I get a parent of the year award?
That victory was short-lived. Last night, as soon as Josh was put in his pull up, he dropped a bomb. It was enough to evacuate everyone from the upper level. Back to square one.......
Today....Josh was pant less. I mean...no pants...no underwear....no pull up....you know, free ballin' it. I started smelling something a little off (it was time for our daily movie--after I work out and when Daniel's asleep...I generally nod off). Immediately, I freak out thinking I'm going to find a big, brown log on my leg. Thank goodness, it wasn't the case. To quote one of my favs, "A fart is but the lonely cry of an imprisoned turd." This was the case. The turd was speaking--he wanted to come out.
Josh RAN to the bathroom...."MOMMY, I HAVE TO POOP!" I said, "REALLY?!" I ran after him...he's shouting, "MOMMY, I POOPED IN THE POTTY! I TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT!" I felt like saying "I've KNOWN you could do it...you've just chosen NOT to." He's a hard head like his Aunt Pam! Here's a pic from today's victory