It's a Miracle!

A miracle happened last night in the Clore household. A totally unexpected, glorious and welcome miracle.

Trent pooped in the potty!

Mark and I were cleaning up after dinner last night when Trent disappeared into his room which is not at all uncommon. I thought he went to his room to play so I continued to focus on the never ending task at hand...cleaning dishes. 

A few minutes later Trent comes racing out of his room and into the kitchen with his frog potty in hand. Mark was closest to him and said something like, "Oh, you went pee pee. Let's go dump it." Mark, however, didn't move toward to the bathroom. He quietly whispered, almost as if scared, "Tianna, look at this," while giving me this strange sideways glance. I walked over, peered down in that orange bowl and instantly starting screaming, "Yayyyyy! Trent, you went poop in the potty like a big boy!" I high-fived him, hugged him, kissed him, praised him, danced a funny jig. I did everything but throw that kid a freaking parade (if we lived closer to my family, I probably would have had a poop party to celebrate, I kid you not) and all while Mark looked at me strangely. In turn, I looked at him like "why aren't you praising your son?" so he did and Trent looked so proud!

In between my hoots and hollers Trent said, "I pooped on the potty. I get a milkshake." So, that is exactly what he got! A bit later, I was cleaning up the kitchen...again...and I heard strange grunting coming from Trent's bathroom. I snuck in and saw that he was back on the potty. I snuck out and let him do his business. When the house was filled with silence, I poked my head around the corner and Trent was standing above the potty, staring at his masterpiece.

I walked over to him while asking if he went again and he said awestruck, "Yes, my poop is humongous!" Let me tell you, I was shocked at what I saw. I have seen poop smeared on his sheets and on his crib. I have seen poop on the bathroom floor. I have seen poop on his rug. I have seen poop coming out of his butt while I raced toward the bathroom to sit him on the toilet. I have never, and I mean ever, seen him poop in the potty all on his own, much less the man turd that was waiting for me in the potty last night. As I walked toward the potty, I nearly saw the overhead lights dim while the frog potty was illuminated in a soft light as the angels began to sing, "Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah!"  

Being well, me, I took a picture (I'll spare you) and instantly called my parents in Hawaii, proudly exclaiming that their first grandchild had pooped in the potty, without any prompting, not once but twice! 

For all that is holy, I hope it isn't a fluke! He was so excited and proud that I think that was it for him...something just clicked. I think (and pray) that night diapers will soon be a thing of the past. He mastered peeing on the potty a year ago. It is about time he got pooping down too! Fingers crossed!

BREAKING NEWS: At this very moment, Trent is in the potty again. I opened the door because I heard him in there and he promptly said, "Mommy, get out. Close the door please."

BREAKING BREAKING NEWS: He has emerged from the bathroom, frog potty in hand and wait...one moment..yes, yes. I can confirm that there is a nice sized poop and pee in the potty. GO TRENT!!!

BREAKING BREAKING BREAKING NEWS: Potty is clean (for some reason, there is something that makes me cringe when I have to wipe poo out of that bowl. I don't know why--I am used to scrapping it off of his butt but still--I have the heebie jeebies) and Trent is now requesting ice cream!