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Miracles Do Happen

It's the first time in my life that I wanted to grab the camera, run into the bathroom and photographically document the toilet's contents.

Henry FINALLY did it. He pooped. In the potty. With no coaching. No begging or pleading. And only a little bribery. He now has a shiny new set of three train cars.

The first time's the key, right? This means he'll ALWAYS, now and forevermore, poop in the potty.

Ok. So I'm not that stupid.

But we're a little closer...to the day when I don't react to Henry's bowel movements with screaming, hugging, dancing around the living room, and bribing with toy trains.

I'm sick of this shit. Literally. (And pardon my language.)

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Jenni said…
Congratulations to Henry!!! May this be the start of a beautiful pottying experience!

We had our own potty miracle last night - M slept in undies (by choice) for the first time EVER and didn't have any trouble. :)

Ahhhh... sweet children...
6:43 PM
Jenni said…
Congratulations to Henry!!! May this be the start of a beautiful pottying experience!

We had our own potty miracle last night - M slept in undies (by choice) for the first time EVER and didn't have any trouble. :)

Ahhhh... sweet children...
6:44 PM
Jenni said…
Sorry for the double post. Somehow I have two blogger accounts?!?!?!? I am soooo confused. Anyway, congrats to the whole family!!!!
6:48 PM
Brianne said…
ALRIGHT HENRY!!!! :)

That is wonderful and exciting news for you guys! Hopefully this continues. I can only imagine the frustration you've been feeling. Give the little man a pat on the back from me!
10:03 PM
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