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Potty Breakthrough

Every morning, Aidan wakes me up by getting into bed with me and proceeds to talk or sing to himself until mama pays attention. This morning, he did exactly that until I finally got up and threw a load of laundry in the washer all the while listening to him trying to tell me something about poop/potty chair while wearing no diaper. As is usually the case, he takes his diaper off now when it feels too tight or uncomfortable then goes looking for another one for mama to put on him. Well, he couldn't find another diaper this morning and decided to do his business anyway. I had visions of poopie on the floor somewhere, so I wasn't very happy. When I came out of the laundry room, I went into the bathroom without much hope of seeing poopie in the potty, but I decided to lift the lid and peek anyway. I was delightfully wrong. The kid had actually gotten up this morning while I was snoozing away, took off his diaper, and proceeded to poop in the potty chair. I was absolutely amazed. I don't know what the next days hold, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Now I just have to teach him to wipe himself, flush the toilet, wash his hands, and turn the light off. This will take years.

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striving... said…
yay for Aidan. My bella still has to be reminded to flush and wash almost every time. Your right it will take years, hee, hee. How is that for incouragement.
October 5, 2007 at 5:34 AM
Anonymous said…
fine, so you can wash and flush but can you put down the toilet seat. All mothers should require their sons to learn that as well!
October 7, 2007 at 8:21 AM
Dee said…
Fat chance that will ever happen.
October 8, 2007 at 10:24 AM
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