Getting closer
Every day is a new step in the potty training department. I’ve received tons of advice and opinions from nearly everyone I know, and some of it I’ve even taken to heart, but Dash continues to pretty much go at his own pace.
Not that I’m complaining: he just turned three and I’m not nearly ready to start stressing out about the whole thing just yet. I just want to take advantage of the fact that he is interested in it, and eager to please while I can. He’s still hopping on the potty, grabbing toilet paper, and informing me about everything that leaves his body right after it’s too late. It’s ok, though, because at this point I’m beyond being shocked concerning where his poop and piss might show up.
This morning I witnessed him lower his briefs to his upper thighs and urinate on a book. It was one of those slow motion events that you know you can’t stop so you just sort of stare (not unlike the lotion incident the other day). Later in the afternoon, I caught him hiding behind his easel pinching out a poop onto the floor.
“Well, I found the goldmine,” I yelled to Mike, who was in the other room.
“Goldmine of what?”
“CRAP!”
“What? What happened?”
“No moron, it’s a goldmine of feces. Literally, it’s crap.”
“Rad.”












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