On our last day in Sonoma my mom informed me she and Kendall had a surprise for us when we got home. She’d got him to go pee AND poop in the big potty, MULTIPLE times. My son? The one who screams, “Ow! Momma, stuck!” every time I sit him on the toilet (big or little)? I wondered what brute force she had to use, and figured I’d believe it when I see it.
On our way home from the airport I sat in the back with Kendall, you know, since *he* missed me so much. Not at all because I missed him terribly and wanted to just nom on his chubby cheeks. No. Just a few minutes into the drive I started to ask him all about how he goes “potty like a big boy now,” of course in that sing songy voice that means you’re talking to a toddler about using the toilet.
He looked at me like I was speaking French. After a couple moments of silence my mom chimed in, “Yeah, tell mommy how you went poop in the toilet!” The look he shot her from the back seat screamed, “What. The. Hell. Nana? You’re not supposed to tell *her* about that. That’s *our* secret.” I gave up hope for any repeat performances.
It is ridiculous how thrilled I am to tell you all that since we got home that kid has sat on the toilet (the big/real one, the small one is apparently very uncomfortable and causes him to think he’s “stuck,” which is honestly a possibility) at least 3 times, and has successfully produced something to flush and say “bye bye” to twice. Like, I’m so excited that this post took precedence over the vacation re-cap post because nothing happened on our vacation nearly as productive and noteworthy as my kid getting over his fear of the toilet and POOPING IN IT.
Kendall is 2 days shy of turning 2 and he finally went number 2 in the toilet. SCORE!