Potty Training..Victory?

So, Carter decided one day a month or so ago that he was going to poop in the potty. He's been peeing in the potty for months now, but he'd have a meltdown when I merely suggested he try furthering his potty skills to include number 2.

In case you didn't know it, we live on a farm. From our house you can hear the neighbors occasionally, but you can't see them. They can't see us either, unless of course someone is hiding in the woods in which case that person would deserve whatever abnormal happenings they happened to observe.

Anyway.

It's not a big deal if Carter pees in the yard....

...or off the front porch.

...or the back porch.

It's not really even a huge deal when he pulls his pants down to relieve himself in the Frankies parking lot. (he was with his dad....his dad was mortified..lol) If you aren't local, Frankies is THE one and only convienence store in our town.

Today WAS a bit of a big deal though.

We took a little road trip to the poultry supply place in Albertville this morning. Kyle & Carter went in and Lilah and myself sat in the car. After 10 minutes or so the passenger door opened and Carter was standing beside the car. Pants down.

"Mom, I need you to wipe my bottom."

Gulp.

"Why?"

"I pooped."

GULP.

Sure enough I got out and went around to the side of the car where he was and there it was. All nine inches of it. (I'm estimating here....I didn't actually measure it)...but it was big.

Thank goodness the parking lot was gravel. Thank goodness my etiquette classes paid off and I had the forethought to cover it with gravel....(very discretely, I didn't want to call attention to us or anything)...then proceeded to wipe my child's rear, pull up his nice clean big boy undies, and strap him in his carseat.

Kyle came out of the store just in time for the rear wiping part. He said, "What are you doing?"

I pointed to the little mound of gravels and said, "Don't step right there....Hurry up and get in."

I wish I could tell you how many shades of red his face turned. Can you say "mortified"?

Me? I was just glad he didn't poop in his big boy undies. (or the car, or my house!) Yuck.

I'd say it was a victory.

....also Dad, for future reference, this is what happens when a 3 yr old tells you he needs to potty, there isn't a public restroom in the place, AND dad sends said 3 yr old into the parking lot ALONE to find his mom and let her deal with the problem.

Just so you know.