It's 1:46AM, so why am I blogging. Kenly just woke me up with a cry that screamed urgency. When I walked into her room, she announced that she had pooped her Pull-up. I check the situation out, and she was bone dry. She said, " I need to poopy, Mommy." I took her to the bathroom and she peed. I was shocked. I didn't expect that at all. I took her back to her bedroom to rock, and she announced that she had to poopy again. Since she didn't make mud all day, I thought I better not blow her off. When we went back to the potty, she made more pee.
After yet another round of songs and rocking, she announced she had to poopy again. This time we read Many Colored Days and Polar Bear, Polar Bear.
Nothing. She started milking her new found potty-power for everything it's worth.
The catch-22 of early potty training is never knowing if I'm dealing with a true emergency or a false alarm. It's a new kind of mommy-on-call.
I'm so proud of my little girl. She made it all day without an accident of either variety.
I'm bursting with pride, even at 1:46AM.