Mar 31 2009
The beginning of “The End”
Well, it’s finally arrived. The first inklings of a sign of the end of an era. Last night, with evidently no prodding on any family member’s part. Nathan decided to take a stab at pooping on the potty.
He came downstairs with no pants on, holding out his hands saying that he needed a new pull-up. It was getting dark in the room so I couldn’t see anything unusual, so I replied just a minute… (I was looking something up, how unusual).
Next I heard Caleb call down that he needed help cleaning up the poop. What?!? As I came upstairs he explained that Nathan had tried (an ‘A’ for effort at least) to use the toilet. He mostly got it all in there. Just a little on the lid, some on his leg, and little portions helping to keep his fingers stuck together.
We got the little guy some relief. He wasn’t sure whether to cry or cheer. We left the toilet in its somewhat soiled condition as mommie would be home in a few minutes and it would be good for her to see the evidence. Plus I had done the fingers, the leg, and the unwiped bottom – well, frankly, I was pooped. (wah-wah!)
My father-in-law called right as we were running down stairs as we heard the garage door opening. We took Laura up to the scene of the crime. She couldn’t believe it. We all cheered for such a great accomplishment. Nathan exclaimed one of his all time favorite sayings: “I so happy!”
When he gets a handle on the idea of proper body waste disposal, it will be the end of a decade plus of childhood incontinence. I’m not saying it won’t be a welcomed change, but it’s just another signpost in life saying the time marches on.
Aside:
On another note, we went and signed our taxes at the end of the night. My dad just started doing taxes for H & R Block; he asked us to help him out, so we did. He found way more money than our normal tax guy had. It was quite a good deal. Way to go dad! I don’t like getting refunds because it says that the government has been playing around all year with money that could’ve helped my family. But we’ll take it back happily.