Although he occasionally sat on the little Thomas the Tank Engine potty chair that I placed in our bathroom a couple of months ago, he never gave it much thought. Tonight, for some reason, it was different. He was bound and determined to see the RESULTS of his efforts - and it paid off! Those of you who aren't parents won't truly appreciate the satisfaction of this moment, I fear, but I am absolutely beside myself.
Nothing, however, was better than the huge smile on K.'s own face when I yelled for Daddy - who was in the other room - to come see the little brown lima bean sized thing. (Sorry if too graphic, but I have to convey the cute-ness of it all.) And then again when Daddy and I started yelling and jumping up and down to congratulate him. The expression was pure, unadulterated pride - and it was a joy to witness.
Now, who knows how close we are to actual completion of potty training, but that's okay by me. I just feel happy about this very healthy start.
Now I'm off to kick up my heels and raise a glass of wine ... To the potty!