Monday, January 19, 2009

O Happy Day

Apparently having decided that perhaps his soul WON'T be sucked into the plumbing along with anything else he might put in the toilet, His Royal Contrariness has deigned to squeeze a tiny poop into his potty chair.

It may not sound like much, but this is major.  The last time I had Willem's diaper off and he needed to go, he screamed and writhed as though he would disintegrate if he couldn't go in his diaper.

Last night at bedtime prayers together, I prayed that God would help him want to use the potty.

This morning he brought up his Raggedy Andy doll.

"Can he use the potty?" 

"Sure."

Next it was Bob the Builder's turn.

"Maybe you should show them how it's done," I suggested casually, and went downstairs to use the computer.

And, sure enough, he did.

Happy, happy day.

6 comments:

Amy said...

You have my utmost empathy and congratulations. Our son was unbelievably anal retentive during the potty training phase -- to the point of bleeding, enemas and almost a visit to the hospital. We're probably both scarred for life, but I'm the only one aware of where the scarring came from. He only has vague memories of the trauma now, and hopefully even those will pass (pardon the pun) with time. Bless you, bless you, oh fellow mother of a control freak!

Jana said...

Ahhhhh, the excitement!!! Only those who have walked in your shoes understand the elation.

Hillary said...

I can see the day your boys become politicians and the whole world is digging up the dirty on them...poor dears.

DaveShack said...

All glory goes to God, of course.

Misty said...

Lucky, lucky you. I can hear the choir of angels now. We're next. Please let us be next (insert whining here). Congratulations!

Gypmar said...

Amy, I am going to count my blessings every day. That is a sad, sad tale.

Misty, we're only just getting started, but the all-important attitude change seems to be happening. You have suffered much. If anyone deserves to be next, it's you!