Extolling

I couldn't just leave this momentous occurrence at that Mastercard spoof. As you may have guessed from my earlier post Rowan. is. now. completely. potty. trained.
At this time, in this moment, there is nothing else I want from life. I have it all. My son poops in the potty. If there's a heaven on earth, this is it. The potty. My son on it. Pooping.

12/26/08. This is how it happened. Before Christmas vacation started, we resolved to throw out Rowan's Pull-ups. As much for us as for Rowan. That way, we wouldn't wimp out. Christmas Eve came, then Christmas Day. We opened presents, we made a nice dinner for the family, we went shopping. We played at Kids Kingdom. We had playdates. We went to brunch. We went to a Holiday party. Through it all, Rowan refused to go and held it in for 3 whole days. We panicked and called the ped who uttered the 2 best words in the English language: Mineral Oil. 2 tablespoons later, Rowan HAD to go. There was absolute terror in his eyes, he hyperventilated, he cried, he fought. I had to physically hold him down. I told him to breathe deeply - in and out. In and out.
And finally, he pooped.
Day 4. Repeat above scenario.
But after those first two times of holding it in, he suddenly realized that he was fine. That no body part of his was coming out of his butt. That he hadn't been sucked down the potty hole. Whatever terrible fear he'd had, it was gone.
My son is pooping on the potty. And I have it all.

OH. YEAH.

Lightning McQueen Underpants: &6.99

Bottle of Mineral Oil: $1.79

Never having to change another stinky diaper: Priceless