Gabey goes Poopie on the Pottie!

If you ever needed proof that gushing parents are no longer ordinary human beings, I would like to submit the title of this post into evidence.   Objection!  Overruled!

Yes, Gabey took his fist poop on the toilet yesterday, and then, a few hours later, his second!   Steph and I were over joyed.   There were hugs and kisses and lots of praise.  We asked him what he wanted for a gift and he said, “a lion.”  When I told him that we might not be able to finda lion he said he wanted ice cream.   So, we caved and got him both.

This post definitely deserves a shout out to my mom, and to pavlov.   When I asked her how she trained me, she cited reckless bribery.   For the past few weeks every time Gabey would sit on the potty he could have M&Ms if he asked for them.   Because of that he loves to sit on the potty and would often sit quietly for 10-15 minutes.   It was only a matter of time that he had a poop, just by coincidence.  I won’t say that my mom’s method is the only one (I hate that triumphalism is so prevalent in parenting circles), but it’s good!   The proof is in the potty.

I tried to take a (tasteful) picture of Gabe but he was having none of it.   Sorry!