It started off as a normal morning.
We put the fleece sheets on the bed last night. Ohhhh, I love the fleece sheets. The fleece sheets are so great, I have a really really hard time getting out of bed in the fall and winter.
I was up about ten times last night with Drew (and no, that's not an exaggeration, that's just life with this baby) and I was up for about a half hour with Emma convincing her that no, there was not a spider in her bed. By the time morning came, I was no where near rising and shining, I was much closer to putting the pillow over my head and letting the children fend for themselves for an hour or so.
Darn responsible parenting. I could have used that extra hour.
In my morning daze, I wasn't paying real close attention everywhere I went. I found the boys giggling together under the table, and didn't look close enough to see that they had captured the cat under there and were both trying to hold him. At the same time. And they were sitting more than a cat's length away from each other.
After the alarm bells broke through my daze to say that they don't giggle like that unless they are causing trouble! I realized what was going on, saved the cat, made them apologize to him, and set the poor animal free to run in the toddler-free yet rainy outdoors. I picked up Drew, who was trying to get into Emma's room which is filled with choking hazards and, well, more choking hazards.
I walked by the bathroom and saw Ben standing on a potty (the potties double as stools) brushing his teeth. I saw that he was jammie-free, but failed to notice that he was completely naked.
This morning, Ben went poop on the potty. By himself. Not instigated by me, completely solo.
Fantastic. And that's not my normally sarcastic fantastic, it was a real fantastic, with just a hint of sarcasm.
Why was there a hint of sarcasm, you may ask? Because Ben is, ummmm... a non-traditional child, and his ways are not the same as everyone else's.
Back to where I was in the story.
I walked by the bathroom with Drew in my arms, intent on getting him in the high chair with some cheerios for breakfast. I swept the kitchen and started to fold some laundry. After a while, I noticed that there was till water running in the bathroom. I returned to find a buck-naked Ben still standing on the potty, brushing his teeth, with a small pile of poo forming on the lid of the potty underneath him.
See? He pooped ON the potty. Just not IN it.
I will take my oh-so-tiny success in potty training and run with it. And then I will bleach the bathroom.