And I'm officially a mother...

Last Saturday, after five days of potty training (for the 2nd time... but we won't go there...) Swee'Pea made me prouder than a... well, something really proud... when he voluntarily walked to the toilet, dropped his chonies, and patiently sat and went poo poo.

Typical "I'm about to poop right here and right now, mama" face...

And I was ever so delighted.

So delighted in fact, that we had a dance party to celebrate. And he got a new awesome hot rod car. And we ate yummy homemade cinnamon rolls. And we called Daddy at work so he could congratulate Swee'Pea himself and celebrate with us. And I may or may not have not allowed Swee'Pea to flush the toilet until Daddy came home just so he could show Daddy his, um, accomplishment in real life. And even Daddy was impressed by his son's... well, you know.

Seriously, check out my kid's SWEET robo-dance moves.

And so begins my official entry into the world of motherhood. Two years and three-and-a-half months after his birth, my child voluntarily pooped in the toilet. And I can't remember the last time I was this thrilled.

We like it pants-free 'round here...

*He was accident-free for three days... and then out of nowhere, began going pee pee in his pants one to two times a day... but he actually TELLS US when he needs to go poo! Hallelujah! We are diaper-free (fingers crossed, please no regression, our bank account beggeth thee, oh lords of the potty...) but have added a load or two of pee pee laundry a week. But hey, its only been two weeks. There is always hope for a better tomorrow, eh?