Oh, yesterday was a big day in the Mother Thing household.
Conor went pee pee in the potty for the first time!!!!
It was just before his bubble bath (which, I must add, is always preceded with running through the house shouting BUBBLE BAAAAAATH! Who shouts? Uh, maybe Conor and me). Dave was in charge of the bathing, and he called me in. Conor had asked to sit on the potty before got in the water.
I honestly figured that pre-bath would be the appropriate time to start potty training as Conor loves to watch himself pee once he gets in the water. (That's a story he's going to love at 15!) What I didn't figure on was Patches wanting to be part of the process. A dog sniffing one's nethers can be quite overwhelming the first time one tries to go.
So the three of sat in the closed bathroom with my naked little monkey repeating "I go pee on the potty" without actually doing it. And just when we said, "it's ok. You don't have to go," he went.
He was so proud of himself. Just like we were. He glowed when we told him what a big boy hi was. He even wanted to sit on the potty again once he got out of the bath, although I don't think anything could happen! (and it didn't)
Ironically, I just told Dave this week that Conor will start wanting to go potty on the big boy potty when the other kids in the class started potty training. And guess what we learned this morning? Two other kids in his class have just started. I predict that we will soon have a potty trained boy on our hands.
Wow. That's big. That's our big boy.