Having successfully potty-trained our daughter shortly after her 2nd birthday (with little to no effort), I wasn't overly concerned about potty-training our son. I quickly realized that our daughter potty-trained herself and I can take no credit for the accomplishment. Our 2 year old son has decided that while he has been willing to pee in the potty for the past 2 months, he prefers to poop in his underwear daily. One day after a particularly tiring night in the hospital, I saw it in his eyes ... he was about to poop. I scooped him up, ran to the potty, and put him on it. Next thing I knew, he had pooped in the potty. Poop. in. the. potty. I'm fairly certain the clouds parted and gospel choirs were singing in the background. I wiped a tear from my eye as I wiped his little bottom. Then, I caught a whiff and as I helped him off the potty, I reached up and flushed it. I flushed the potty. I flushed the potty. I am sure my son is not the only one who potties for the shear delight of flushing the toilet. So just like that, I ruined the most glorious moment of my life and his (well, at least the last 2 months of it). Forty-five minutes later, he finally got over it.
Mom of the year ...
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