Actually, technically, it should be, “The Things About Which We Blog,” but I wasn’t sure of the best way to fit “As Mothers” in there.
“As Mothers, The Things About Which We Blog” maybe? Hmmm . . .
Anyway, I almost titled the post “Guess Who Pooped in the Potty” but, egads! I vividly remember being totally revolted by women who would get together and seemingly talk about nothing but their children’s bathroom habits and boogers, and I swore, swore, SWORE I would never be one of them. I think I wrote this same post the first time Tank Boy had any success in the bathroom.
Anyway, what can I say? I try not to talk about poop and boogers exclusively, but sometimes I, like you, just gotta.
I’ve only ever put Quinn on the potty three times. Each time he has actually tried to push something out. Today, being the third time, something came out. Lots of something, actually (so glad that wasn’t a diaper I needed to change). Two different somethings, even. Let me clarify: he also peed in the potty. I suppose I could be more delicate about it and say he tinkled in the loo or something like that instead, but either way you get the picture.
Oooo. Try not to actually picture it, mm’kay?
Anyway, he was rather fascinated by the whole thing, and is the first of my five children to not be totally terrified of emptying his colon into the preferred receptacle. He is now enjoying the traditional reward of miniature marshmallows and chocolate chips.
What are the chances he’ll start telling me when he needs to go?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee he he he . . .
*wiping away the tears of laughter*
Alright, sorry I just killed at least a dozen of your brain cells by blogging about fecal matter; but I swear it doesn’t matter how many kids you have, those first steps towards being diaper-free are something to celebrate. Just think of the snow storms I won’t have to drive through for supplies!
And George, Tewt the Newt is too grossed out to say much of anything.