Yesterday's Potty Training Boot Camp went very well. There were no accidents. There was much peeing and (gasp!) there was a poop. IN THE POTTY. It was the shape and size of a tangerine. Owie. He was so proud of himself that he got very upset when I threw the toilet paper in the potty and it covered up his masterpiece. And he was remiss to flush it.
His first potty poop! Yay!
He had slipped away on his own to go, so I am thinking he might be one of those kids that needs his privacy.
Afterwards, we all clapped, we danced, we praised him and hugged him and ooohed and ahhhed until the kid was so excited I think he would have popped one hundred more times if he could have. He got a new toy that MoMar and DooDad just happened to have out in the garage. He kept running to the potty all by himself and climbing up on the toilet and going potty with no help. HE WAS LOVING IT.
This morning when he woke up, he was dry. Then he used the potty all by himself.
I am so proud.
Thank you for all of your help.
Today I plan to work with him a little more on it and then take him out of the house somewhere. This makes me a little nervous because it takes so long to drive into town from my parent's house. There could be accidents. Eeek. I think I will plan on leaving right after he goes pee again.
Isn't this the most fascinating post ever? Me rambling on and on about timing my life around my son's pee and poo? So great. I know you are all riveted. And you're probably all refreshing your browsers over and over again to see if I've posted MORE about Ezra's potty habits in the time it took you to read this.
Please be patient with me. There's only so much I can do. I'm only one person. I will try to update you every quarter of an hour on our progress.
hehe. I JEST.