A Run for a Run

BH's present for pooping in the potty was a bad-assed marble run that H1 picked out.



Look at it! Makes you people want to come over to our house, right?

I'd say it'd make you want to use the potty but that didn't work out on him. He refused to be bribed. The marble run was just not as important as we thought it to be and he would rather resist.

Sometimes it really sucks he's so stubborn and determined.

It Finally Came

The Poop finally came and rested itself in the potty.

There was a tad bit of fight from BH and Grandma had to hold him down but we think only due to the fact that it was one of those hard, stubborn ones that hurt.

Later, a very tiny piece came and rested itself in his pants.

No fault of his, I think - like his Uncle MC, it was probably the result of a shart.

BH looked at it and exclaimed, "it's cute!".

Hm.

Oh and in the event inquiring minds wanted to know...yes, he did in fact, sing to his poop in the potty.

Potty Training

The potty training has not been going so well and he's due at school in October and has to be trained by then.

Back in May, Grandma had him sitting on the potty and after a long while he sighed and said, "Poop! Oh poop...why aren't you coming out poop?"

These days, he tells me that he doesn't want the poop to be flushed because he likes it. And he wants to sing to it.

The poop has not yet come to the potty, so I'm still waiting to see that spectacle when it happens.

Currently listening to: "Stacked Actors" by Foo Fighters.