Liam just looked at me and told me he needed to poop (yesterday I started talking to him about telling us if he needs to poop, so it wasn’t a complete shock, only a mere surprise).
I took him to the bathroom and held him up on the seat (we don’t have any potty training equipment as of yet).
He then proceeded to poop in the potty. Let me just repeat this, because it is now my most favorite thing to type: LIAM JUST POOPED IN THE POTTY!!!
He thinks I’ve lost my mind because of the amount of jumping around and screaming that occurred as a result. I think it’s a miracle. My boy can poop! In the potty!
I’m fully prepared for this not to happen again for months, but I’m taking every little bit that I get. If he knew what an M&M was I’d definitely give him one.
When Liam gets his own potty seat he’ll look just like this (only he has lots more hair and he’ll be reading Stephen Hawking):