Poop #2

Since that inaugural poopy in the potty weekend of two weekends ago, Ivan refused to use the potty until this weekend.

On Sunday morning as we were milling "outside, outside" on the porch at 6:30 a.m. he told me he had to poopy. Once again, I asked do you want to use the potty? Since I didn't get a resolute "nesche" or "no want to," I wisked him upstairs into the bathroom and took his pants and diaper off. We sat on and off on the potty but with no avail at first. He then lost focus and wanted me to stand him on the sink so he can explore the medicine cabinet... This went on for a good 20 minutes.

I had almost forgotten why we were hanging out in the bathroom, when he said poopy, sat on the potty and pooped a nice big hearty poop.

I was thrilled.

He watched me clean out the potty and drop the poop into the toilet.

"Bye poppy," he waved as we flushed the toilet.

So far, this poopy training has really been painless and totally initiated by Ivan.