Tranquility Base, the Eagle has landed

... and the eagle is a poop in the potty. You see, when you have kids, you use the word "potty" a whole lot. You talk about poop. You have a lot to say about poop. And a momentous occasion is upon us. Ilene blogged about it here.

Our little Lulu has POOPED IN THE POTTY. The toilet training was going pretty well -- she's 2 years, 10 months old, and is very comfortable making a wee-wee (yes, "wee-wee," unsure whether or not it takes a hyphen, is another word we use all the time -- and I do mean all the time) by herself. She pulls her own pants and pull-up down (I think Pull-Up is some kind of trademark, but I choose to ignore that fact -- sorry Huggies), throws her potty seat (made for small butts) on the toilet, puts her IKEA "big step" in front, climbs on and does her business.

(This is the Big Step -- $2.99 from IKEA. We have lots of them)

But the poop. It has been elusive. She will do the afomentioned, make the pee, wipe, pull the pants up, flush and request help washing her hands. Then she'll go to the couch, assume the position, let it rip and announce, "I have a poo," at which time one of us will get her on the changing table, remove said poo, then give her a new pull-up, which she'll put on herself, followed by pants and shoes.

But on Father's Day, it was different.

She was on the toilet, making a pee, and announced, "I have to make a poo." Ilene said OK, which she's said before, and we didn't really expect it to happen. When Lulu screamed, "I made a poo in the potty!!!!" (with that many exclamation points), we ran in, and cheered like the Lakers had won the NBA Finals and we actually gave a crap.

In a ceremony right then and there, our girl was presented with the stuffed hippo we promised her when the deed was done, and the next day she got her other promised item, a Chococat pillow from the Hello Kitty store. Then we called the grandmas, to which the pooper excitedly told what just happened. And the next day -- two more in the potty! Elation. Joy. Relief.