I returned from Seattle today a bit refreshed and happy to see Stew and Kyle again. The trip was wonderful – good friends, good food, and a nice big bed in a fancy hotel room. I even treated myself to some spa time.
My friend’s restaurant was quite good. About a dozen of us dined last night, starting with a special selection of wines hand-picked to match our dinners by one of the staff sommeliers. I had the crab bisque, which the chef described as “sex on a spoon” (I must object, contending that anything with that description must include chocolate), followed by a scallop dish that also included risotto and asparagus. I was pretty full halfway through the meal, however, considering the real estate that BN2 is taking up in my abdomen. It was amusing to see what everyone else ordered: three of the guys had the WILD BOAR. I’m not kidding.
In all, I had a great time, but I was happy to come home to Stew and Kyle. They had a great time this weekend too because Stewart committed himself to simply taking care of and playing with Kyle. The house wasn’t even a mess when I got here! Kyle had all of his limbs still attached and he was even happy.
The best part was that about an hour after I got home, Kyle pooped in the potty. That’s right. I said it. He pooped. In. The. Potty.
This kid is just under 23 months old. He was playing outside in the muddy sandbox, when he stood up and looked and me and said “Poop!”
“You have poop?
Nodding. “Yeah.”
“Okay, let me check.”
No poop in the diaper.
“Do you need to poop?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go poop on the potty!”
“No.”
I picked him up and brought him to the potty anyway, grabbing a copy of “Pat the Bunny” on the way. I got him settled and then we read. After two readings, he suddenly got a huge grin on his face and he started laughing as he pooped. It was amazing! We have never even tried to do this with him before. I don’t think it’s happened at daycare either.
I called Stewart into the bathroom and told him what was going on and there was much rejoicing. Then I left Stewart to clean up the mess while I got Kyle into a fresh diaper. I didn’t mind leaving that job to Stewart. He is the one who makes comments like this, after all.
I will admit that this could be a fluke. But I guess I’ll go with it, and see if we can repeat this miracle. I’m pretty proud of the little guy.
Congrats to the House of Prince! I hope the trend continues…
AWESOME. Hopefully he will keep it up.
Jacks is interested in the potty, so we got him one AND a Bob the Builder Seat for the big potty, but he is afraid to sit on either. He likes to play with them, which is a start.
Being done with diapers is the most liberating thing that can happen to parents. Though I hear that finishing those tuition payments is a close second.
The crab bisque sounds heavenly, though I must agree with you that anything described as “sex on a spoon” must include chocolate. Men are clueless about this. Never understood the whole eating wild boar and other bizarre meats thing either. Ugh!
Wow! He’s so advanced, he’s probably thinking, “I better just start using the potty so that when my brother comes, my mom only has to change one set of diapers…”
It is amazing how much joy a little poop can bring!
I am SOO jealous. It took forever for Juliette to do that! I hope he keeps it up…