Who knew urine could be so awesome?!

Today was Brock's first day at his new daycare and because Greg is off work because of his surgery, he was able to go with us. Of course Brock cried a little at first, but Betty (the babysitter) offered him a chocolate muffin and he quickly made friends with her. After we said goodbye we left and heard Betty talking to Brock about making a construction paper butterfly.

Around 1pm Greg gave Betty a call to see how things were going and she was filling him in about the butterfly and how they played outside this morning, etc. Then I heard her through the phone say, "Oh! Guess what Brock did today!" Then I see Greg's face light up and he mouths the words "potty" to me! Oh. Em. Gee. I cannot believe that my little boy is going potty in the big boy potty! ::Deep breaths in and out::

As soon as Greg got off the phone I made him tell me what happened and here it is: Betty had all of the boys lined up at the bathroom to go potty and Brock looked up at her and said, "Me too!" (insert ooooohs & ahhhhhhs here, please!) so she helped him up onto the stool and at first he wouldn't go. She turned around for a quick second and Brock had peed all over the floor. The second time Betty got all the kids lined up to go to the bathroom and when it was Brock's turn, he did it! My big boy peed in the potty! And standing up, no less. We have a box of new toys all ready to go for just such a day and Brock has his big boy underwear folded up in his drawer just waiting for the right time.

I knew this day was coming and I have actually been looking forward to it. I'm just surprised that on his first day with Betty, she got him to pee. In the toilet. Standing up. ::Sigh:: My little boy is officially not a little boy anymore.

Edit: We had a fairly major setback tonight. This evening Greg went to the bathroom and Brock followed him and said, "I poop in potty, dada". So Greg sat Brock on his potty, walked into Adrianna's room to grab a clean diaper for Brock and when he turned back around Brock was right behind him. About 2 seconds later, pure horror set in as Greg realized that Brock STARTED to poop in his potty but thought he needed to follow Greg. He didn't stop pooping as he was walking. So there was a trail of poop starting at Brock's potty and leading out into the hallway. After several passes with the carpet shampooer and washing the bathroom rugs (I literally just washed them yesterday) I realized that we needed a picture. This is the one that I was able to get. It's a pity I didn't get to take a picture of the poop in the hallway. Or one of Greg's face when he saw the poop in the hallway. Now THAT would have been one for the scrapbook.

P.S. This is my 100th blog entry! I feel like I should get an award. Or fireworks. Or at least a cookie.