So we've been practicing the potty for awhile now. Usually just in the evenings, before bed. You've done so great with the number ones...but tonight, with the sounds of howling winds and the rat-a-tat-tat of rain on the windows as your background music, you sat on your frog potty for about 15 minutes. The red face and occasional grunting made me think that you were finally going to go the distance and do the two's. I was not disappointed.
You were so proud! You stood up and exclaimed "I did it!" Yes you did, sweet boy, yes you did.
So yes, this is what happens when you're the parent of a toddler. You get excited about poop. And pee. And you're not afraid to say poop and pee. And when your kid does it, you make it seem as if they just solved all the problems of the world. Just because it makes the grin on their faces shine brighter than any star in the sky.
Now, if only you could have that same enthusiasm for haircuts as you do for poop...