Let's talk about poop

That's right...poop.

We've started potty training in the Kenley House. I say started lightly because the training won't be in full swing until this weekend. I need 3 uninterrupted days of going to the potty every hour to conduct the official training, but Sam is definitely ready.

This past weekend - he said that he needed to go pee-pee and I took him to the potty - where he PEED!!! Insert shouts of excitement here! We had friends over that night and there were shouts of excitement and praise from all corners (you know you have good friends when they are cheering for your son asking to go the potty for the first time). Sam has been telling us when he went poo-poo, but usually after the deed was done. This was a pre-deed announcement. All this to say...we are ready.

So, Sunday, after church, we went to Wal-mart and stocked up on our supplies. Big boy underwear and training pants. Bad news, Sam's a small guy and really a pretty early potty user, so his underwear are mighty big. I'm looking into the options. Right now, the dinosaur on his tush covers the entire tush. Scott won't let me post any pictures.

And, Sunday afternoon, Sam used the potty for pooping. Yeah, double yeah!!!!

I have always said that I hoped Sam was trained before 3. For some reason, 3 year olds in diapers disturb me. It looks like my wish is coming true. I am so excited!!!

Now - disclaimer for blog readers - when you have a 20 month old words like poop, pooh, pee, and potty do not bother you. You hardly notice that when you have to go to the bathroom yourself, you are announcing to your family "Mama has to pee-pee." In the next few weeks I am sure that these words are going to pop up on this here blog, so prepare yourself. :)