Life's Moments . . . Moms are proud of wierd ones

Saturday, I had a bunch of Avon stuff to do. Since I wasn't feeling great, and the kids were in the same boat, we agreed that I could get things done faster on my own, and the guys could stay home in their jammies and watch movies and snooze the afternoon away.

So, off to town I headed. I was knee deep in Avon meetings when I got the text.


THE text.

"Brady just went poop on the toilet. Bring home the prize."

We have been working on potty training seriously for a few weeks now. The little turkey is still refusing to wear underwear or pullups and is starting his own nudist colony with his brother, but he is pretty good about peeing in the potty. As long as he is naked. Put any type of covering over that booty and it will end up wet in minutes. Let the crisp cool air caress those cheeks, and the boy stays dry. He's a conundrum.

So, since we now have the whole pee thing down, we are working on the messy part. The part mommy hates. The only reason we still buy diapers. We have tried matchbox cars, tootsie rolls, stickers, you name it. And then . . . and then, the Toys R Us catalog came in the mail. And Brady went wild. He had more things circled in that book than he knew what to do with. He has been carrying the book around for a week now. Showing me, daily, what he wants, and then changing his mind to show me something else. He loves this book. And, a light bulb clicked on.

I saw the light.


I saw the sign.


I saw Mr. Hankie waving to me on his way down the tube.

"Hey, Bubba. I have a deal for you. If you go poopie in the big boy potty, mama will let you pick ANY prize out of your toy book!"

"nuh-uh. Nope. Pooooooop diapah."

"No, it is time for you to be a big boy. You need to go poopie in the potty. Just like you go peepee in the potty. You go poopie in the potty and you pick your prize!"

"mmmmmm. Nope."

*sigh* "Ok, Bubba, but there are 3 diapers left. After that, no more diapers. Babies need the diapers. They will be all gone because we are giving the diapers to the babies. So, you have to go poopie on the potty. And, mama will let you pick a prize out of your book if you do."

"Yep! YES! UH HUH!"

I am still not sure why, but the child has to disagree with me several times before finally agreeing. So, with the deal sealed with a kiss, I set up my week focused on getting him to go in the toilet. It was a rough week. I was pretty much thinking I had failed and was making plans to head to Sams to buy more diapers. Until the text.


THE text.

I called back right away to find out how it happened. According to Travis, he was cleaning the tub when Brady walked into the bathroom and announced "POOP!". Trav turned around to discover Brady straining NEXT to the toilet. So, he scooped him up and hovered him over the pot and, sure enough, he went!

Now, I am thinking, ok, he went, but it was more assisted than him actually doing it. Those of you familiar with Bubba know he does things on his terms, his way or the highway kind of deal. So, I am pretty sure the pooping on the potty was a fluke and would not happen again. But, he did go, so he still got the prize.

And then . . . .

And then . . . .

And then . . . .

Today happened.


I was making dinner when the clamor came from downstairs. Bryce was yelling at Brady about being a big boy. Brady was screaming "POOP!" all the way up the stairs. Visions of brown smears up and down my walls and all over my carpet filled my head. We met halfway. I took him back downstairs and asked to show me where he went. He took me into the bathroom. Sure enough, there it was. Joy and pride filled my heart. He did it. And, he did it all by himself.



He is such a big boy.

And, he is wearing underwear as I type this. My lil baby is getting so big!