Tonight, the J-Man achieved one of the most celebrated milestones in a person’s life. As with many of his grand accomplishments, he did it while he was completely distraught about something else. And honestly, we’re not sure what it was about other than he was probably completely exhausted, which is oddly enough another condition that sometimes brings about these mighty deeds. Regardless, today we celebrate!
He peed on a potty!!!!!!!
Now, we aren’t actually potty training. (We’re waiting for a while after the baby is born.) This whole thing started because every night he would pee on his bath mat after he got out of the tub, and we were tired of washing towels and such every five minutes. So, we figured, what the heck? Why not pull out the toddler potty that was doing little else besides serving as a room ornament (and contemplating another life as a flower planter, perhaps) and sit him on it while we dried him off? Consider it part of the preliminary potty process (say that five times fast) and the rest laundry preservation.
After about four nights of sitting on it (which he did without much consternation surprisingly, though me humming the magic song helped a lot) and doing nothing, tonight after pretty much inconsolable tears throughout bath time, he stood up from his throne and bawled on my shoulder. Then Mary said, “He peed!”
So there we were cheering and practically crying with joy while the J-Man was crying apocalyptic tears of woe on my shoulder about some unknown evil that had nothing to do with the potty. But like with many things around here, we don’t care how it happens; we just celebrate when it does.