"Where'd the Poops Go?"

On the way to the bath last night Andrew told Loren he needed to go potty. This wasn't surprising because he walked into the bathroom and saw his little potty. I had just emerged the potty from under towels, sheets, etc. in the linen closet earlier that day and told Andrew that he's going to start sitting on the potty before bathtime. Again. We go through this every once in awhile and when Andrew loses interest I put the potty away and wait. For something, I'm not sure what exactly - maybe a sign from the gods that it's time to potty train Andrew. So, Andrew wanted to go potty last night. This normally involves Andrew sitting on the potty, requesting and reading book after book after book, standing up, looking in the potty and asking "any pee in there?!" with of course no pee being in there. OR it turns into a fun activity of Andrew taking the removeable soft potty seat and holding it up in front of his face with seemingly no clue of a potty seat's true function. Well, last night Andrew sat on the potty, got up once to dump his basket of foam letters and numbers into the tub, and sat back down again. When Loren asked him if he was done, Andrew said "No, I go potty." He then proceeded to wrap the shower curtain around himself and ramble - counting, naming the cars and trucks that were on the shower curtain, etc. Loren, wanting to get on with the bath, eventually looked in the potty and saw both poop and pee! We were all excited and did a happy dance for Andrew. Andrew's version of the happy dance involved him holding onto the side of the bathtub in the buck, dancing his feet, and shaking his head side to side with a huge smile on his face.

Andrew went to the potty one more time before bedtime and peed again. This time he was a little disappointed and asked, "Where'd the poops go?"