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At least his father was proud...

5.24.2011

Well, after being potty trained for almost a month now, it happened. 

After school yesterday, Blake dropped his drawers on the school playground and piddled in the bark chips. Lovely. 

Kendall came running to tell me, breathless with mortification. Blake, on the other hand, was as proud as could be when I found him. "Mommy, I went potty!" 

And why wouldn't he be proud? Grandma just showed him how to go outside last week! (But in the privacy of her yard when they were gardening far from the house.) 

Some things are just tricky for a three year old to understand. Like when we were driving home from Safeway earlier in the day and he told me he had to go "weal bad!". I asked him if he could hold it and he instantly grabbed himself and held tight. 

I tried again. "No bud, I mean can you hold your muscles tight so your potty doesn't come out?"

He flexed his arms and made his he-man roar. "I'm doing it, Mom!" he grinned.

Okay, never mind. I laughed and told him good job and just prayed he'd make it. Which he did.

Next time I'll be a little more specific and pray he makes it TO A BATHROOM.

3 comments:

  1. Cute!
    When we were potty training our son, we were surprised to learn he did "#2" in a bucket in the yard at daycare... it sort of looked like a potty, right? ;)

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  2. Love the visuals and that it was Carol who taught him outside potty etiquette.

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  3. "Guilty as Charged"May 25, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    Oh shock and horror ! I'm sooo sorry ..who knew ?! add that to all the other most embarrasing moments Russ will tease me about for years to come right ?! ha ha

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