The Kid Is An Animal

Well, I have officially become that blogger. You know, the one who just talks about her kids potty habits. My apologies. For those of you who have potty trained, however, you know how it is. Potty and training become your world.

I have to admit, potty training has been much easier than I expected. I think this is largely due to the fact that my kid was R-E-A-D-Y. He has honestly been ready for quite some time. I was the one hemming and hawing. Call me lazy, call me realistic, call me a fan of less laundry, I just didn't see the point.

But three weeks ago, Will started taking off his diapers himself and putting on underwear (albeit inside out and backwards, but still) and wearing them. That's pretty much a neon sign of potty training readiness.

Even then, I deferred until after we got back from a weekend trip to my parents', which added another few days to the wait for Will. So. . . he was raring to go.

We stayed home all last week. He spent the weekend at his Gramma's house, but again, they stayed close to home. He regressed a small bit at Gramma's with both a poo and pee accident, but he has been a rockstar at home.

So.

It was time for an outing.

We went to the zoo today. I brought four pairs of pants, five pairs of undies, two pull-ups, and even a diaper, just as a "break the glass" emergency back up. I am not even kidding. Nervous much?

I knew we would be gone all day and, for some reason, Will becomes an eating machine at the zoo. I think it's the combination of the fresh air and the fact that he runs his legs off when he is there. But he eats and drinks constantly. I know the law of what comes in = what comes out so that added to my nerves.

PEOPLE.

He ROCKED it.

He never had an accident AND. . . AND? He pooped! TWICE. AT THE ZOO.

He still is shy about pooping in front of me. I know a deuce is on its way when he asks, "Mommy, you leave me alone, please?" I honor his request and stand outside of the stall, keeping the door shut with my hand and feeling a mixture of pride and a tug of sadness that he's "got this" on the other side.

Oh, yeah, we had fun at the zoo, too!

So. . . if you've never potty trained a kid, you probably wonder why in the world this is now the third post I have dedicated to this topic. All I have to say is read this post and wait. You'll understand soon.

Oh, and that giveaway post to celebrate the 1000th time I've blawged? I've got a great idea! You will love it. Stay tuned!!!