I believe he's ready

So Danielle and I have been debating about the whole potty training issue in regards to Trenton (our two year old). He is now 27 months old so the issue has naturally come about. We have talked to many people (most who claim to be "experts") who have given us a variety of opinions. All of that has left us even more confused and lost as to when to begin and how to do it.

Well today I think I have finally reached the point where I am convinced he is ready. I put him down for his nap this afternoon about an hour or so after he had eaten his lunch. I heard him talking in there while playing with his stuffed penguin in the crib. Finally after about 20 minutes I heard him go quiet assuming he was now asleep. 20 minutes after the quiet started it stopped. "Dad? Dad? Dad?" was what I now heard from the bedroom. I figured he was still just playing around and needed more time to fall asleep. After 15 minutes of "Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad..." I finally gave in and headed into his room.

The second I opened the door I was blasted with pungent odor straight from the bowels of Hades. Fighting through it I turned the light on and their was my two year old, sitting buck naked in his crib smiling up at me. On the floor was his stuffed penguin, his blanket, and his pants complete with clean diaper. Upon further inspection into the abyss of his dwelling I found 3 freshly laid steamers (aka logs, aka poopers). Apparently not wanting to sit in his own filth, Trenton had pulled his pants and diaper off and dropped a deuce on his bed instead.

So I had to get him up, change him, and then pick up the poopers and flush them away. Needless to say, I did not read the fine print about parenting where it says "pooper scooper" as part of the role. Potty training, here we come.