January 14, 2008 by Marj Hatzell
Fabulous Day Saturday. Great Day Sunday. Bugaboo woke up, decided he was not having anything to do with diapers and went to his room himself and came out in cloth training pants. We’ve used them from time to time with little success but he seems to prefer wearing them. And yesterday? Let’s just say that while we missed it EVERY SINGLE TIME, he was putting HIMSELF on the potty, changing his pants HIMSELF and actually minded being wet.
And, Internets, he had another BM on the toilet. Because nothing pleases me more than telling millions of complete strangers that my child poos on the toilet.
Heck, at this rate? I’ll shout it from the highest mountain tops. It ain’t on my bathroom floor (again) and that’s all I care about! He also spent the day pigging out. For a kid who rarely gets more that a few morsels of food in him (other than snacky food, that is) this is quite a feat. He ATE FOOD. Like, chicken and pizza. He ate granola. He ate banana. He ATE. And he was happy! And there was much rejoicing (yea.).
Ten years ago I never would have imagined that my life has come down to me getting all excited-like about poo.