May I have your attention please!

The Pie has made her first deposit! She has dropped her first set of kids off at the pool! She went to the library and returned a book! She went Number Two! She did a doody! Yippee and hooray!

Yes, my first born has accomplished the much anticipated First Poop. In the potty.

As I do everytime I go to the bathroom (and I think it’s written in the Mom Rulebook somewhere), I left the door open so that the Beans could come in and observe. Usually Pie comes in, takes a seat (fully clothed) and chats with me while I’m going, while Peanut only takes a half-hearted interest before she becomes completely bored and wanders off to find more interesting adventures. Lately, Pie will read (or have me read) her potty book to me and will practice “wiping her bottom” with a piece of toilet paper, while I’m doing my business.

But on Tuesday, she came in with a purpose. Her face became a bit puckered and red and she began to clench her fists. I knew this was my golden opportunity! I cheered and asked her, “Maggie, do you want to go potty?” She shook her head desperately that she didn’t, but I began undressing her anyway.

“Pie, you are such a big girl! You’re going to go potty!”

“Okay Momma.” (Tears beginning to well up in her eyes.)

“Good girl, Maggie! Momma is so proud of you! Look at you!”

“I go potty Momma!” (Still crying!)

“Oh, it’s okay honey! Look, I’m going potty too! Momma is going potty just like you are!”

“Okay Momma. Wipe bottom.”

I give her some toilet paper, but she just clenches it, uncomfortable but relieved that it’s over.

“All done Momma. Diaper!!! Diaper on!”

I got myself together and swooped her up into a big hug and wipe away her tears with my kisses.

“Okay, baby, you did so well. We’ll get the diaper.”

“Momma I go potty!!!” She is all smiles again, scooches down me and then runs off, bare bottomed, to tell Sister about her accomplishment.