Noah ran in to my room the other day and proudly and loudly said, "Tah Dah!" I looked up and saw the mess he had made on himself with markers. Then I walked out into the living room and saw the other mess he had made on my new rug. YIKES! He was very proud of his artwork, I however, was not. Thank God for washable markers!
You can imagine my relief. Noah is officially potty trained! In retrospect, it wasn't so bad, considering that he is not quite two and a half. He proudly wears his Diego underwear and has not had any accidents lately. The last few days, he finally told us that he needs to go poop. Actually, he tells us he need to go pee, doesn't go, and then does this two or three times in a matter of five minutes. Finally, when he can't hold it anymore, he says, I have to go poop, and you can definitely tell that he is serious. So off we go, running to the bathroon. He loves to flush the toilet and say goodbye to his business. He gets his high fives, and a gummi candy if he goes poop, which he loves. We are just so happy for him...and for us.
