The Poop Predicament

I decided recently that Potty training may break me. As a parent I have handled vomit, sleepless nights, surgery, bowel biopsy's, cracked nipples, whining like I never imagined was possible and believe it or not going to Aquasize for a evening to myself but potty training is worse than anything else I've faced!

In my dear Vaughn's defense he is completely pee trained, he's a pro in fact and did it in less than 3 days. However pooping in the potty is a concept he either cannot fathom or chooses not to, either way I'm about to crack!

Enter my knight in shining armor aka Matt, Daddy and generally my hero. I had given up (I fully admit it), I figured he'll be 12 and still going in his pants. So Matt did what tag team parenting was designed for, he stepped up when I couldn't do it anymore. I am proud to announce that yesterday my child poop on his own accord in the potty. It was a day of rejoicing not known before in our house. The credit for this one is all Matt's I take no share in the glory!

So after a much anticipated trip to Toys R Us to get his reward (Henry the train) we spent a very uneventful day, and went to bed with dreams of a fully potty trained child . . . now back to the real world. Henry has been banished to the shelf in the bathroom after an accident this morning until Vaughn goes in the potty again.

So in case you are keeping score

Potty training: 1
Vaughn: 1 000 000 000 000 000 . . . .