Well, it finally (and I mean finally) happened. Lucy pooped on the potty today. Samantha only beat her to it by three days. Yes, Lucy is 3 1/2, but we decided early on that we would not force potty training, but let it happen in Lucy’s own time. At some point I made a foolish prayer for patience, and God has his own way of answering it.
It took a little longer that we were hoping. She has a strong will-she’s been physically ready as far as we can tell for a long time, but always claimed that she wasn’t big enough yet. But today she dissappeared into the bathroom, shut the door, and a few minutes later was shouting, “Mommy! I pooped!”
Which usually does not bring joy to a mother’s heart, but today, it was wonderful. We’re going out for ice cream as soon as Samantha wakes up from her nap to celebrate.
So there is some faint hope that I will have no one (or at least only one) in diapers before the next baby arrives.
And no, that doesn’t mean we’re pregnant. Yet. But hopefully that’s only a matter of time. 🙂
Meanwhile, Samantha hates her diapers, and urinated on the floor three times today.
You win some, you lose some, and some get, uh, “rained” out.