Tonight Owen refused to sit down in the tub. FLAT OUT REFUSED. I was so confused. Finally he screams "GET MY POOP, GET IT!" (Something I didn't initially think post-worthy, but he pooped in the tub earlier this week and it totally freaked him out.) Anyway, I look in the tub and there is no poop. So I ask him if he wants to sit on the potty and go poop. AND he lets me put him on the toilet; if you know anything about our potty training adventures you know this is an enormous break through.
He sits there for a long time. We sing, we talk, we wait. I am so overjoyed that this is what I'm doing on a Friday night that I'm a bit embarrassed. We sit there long enough that eventually he starts to pee. He pees in the potty! Willingly. Happily. And I'm beaming. No he didn't poop, but he tried and he certainly thought he needed to.
And good grief the kid sat on the damn toilet. I'm so incredibly proud.
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