Several weeks ago the boys and I came home after a fun picnic at the park. When we got home, I was getting Jon ready for nap, Christian ran by, wearing nothing but his fireman hat. As I laid Jonathan in his crib, Christian announced that he had gone poop. My reaction initially? ::SIGH:: "What mess am I going to come in to find?!" That was until I discovered that he had in fact "done the deed" on the potty.
The events that followed were a blend of Mardi Gras celebration and that of someone that lost her mind because she won the lotto. I swear I hit the ceiling in my jumping/dancing. I probably made ears bleed with my songs. Christian got a kick out of the chaos / party. He got a new car, a sundae with sprinkles, and praise galore. You'd think that with such hoopla he would repeat such an action, but that was where it ended.
I figured Christian was ready to officially potty-train at this point. I stayed home the remainder of the week and let him run around in his birthday suit. #1 in the potty went great, though the carpet did need a shampoo or two. #2, however, was another story entirely. Let's just say that I've never quite experienced anything like potty-training, and never been closer to poop IN MY LIFE.
We've made progress, and Christian wears "big boy undies" all the time now. WOW, my little boy is growing oh-so-quickly.