Yesterday at approximately 7:15 last night, my son, my wonderful son made his first official poop on the potty. It was glorious. I knew it was weighing heavy on his mind the last few days. He had been having conversations with people at school and casually asking them if they sat on the potty to poop. Luckily the adults in his life know what is going on with him so they were able to discuss this with him with understanding. He was unusually quiet as well. I know my boy was worried, I was a little worried myself. What if it didn't come out? See I told you I had issues.
So he started asking for the pull up last night and I knew that we had reached our moment. My husband and I started scrambling for things to help with the process. He got the tub of legos which would be our makeshift footstool. I got the portable dvd player. We were buckling down for a long event. Those things in place, the actual process was quite quick. Bubs was so incredibly proud of himself and he was actually surprised how 'not bad' it was. He also wanted to go and get his oft promised reinforcer at toys r us. So, at 7:30 at night (a half hour after projected get in bed for a story time) we got in the car and went to the toy store.
This morning, I was a little alarmed when bubs asked for a pull up again. Uh oh, I thought. But you know what, he went again, and this time it was even less painless than last night. A little grumbling, a little whining but fairly easy. He did ask for another toy, but I had to explain to him that not every poop gets a toy. It's the first one that is really special.
Somehow, this was not what I expected, and I mean that in a good way.