There ain’t nothin’ more exciting than a pee teet, folks! For anyone!
We are working on some casual potty training over here, and let me just tell you, my child will do anything for a teet!
We had an incredible day. He wore big boy underwear all morning, all the way to Sarah’s house, and all evening at Sarah’s. Eventually he had a few mistakes, but we were partying it up over there, so I am thrilled he did so good. Also, I am more psychic than I thought. I finally decided to put his diaper on, and two seconds later he was pooping in it! Viola!
Two great stories from today:
1) The cutest poop story ever goes a little something like this: So Jonah likes to poop in private. He’ll be hanging out, then he is conspicuously racing down the back hall screaming “NO! GO AWAY!” We all know what that means. So, tonight he couldn’t figure out where to go. He was at someone else’s house, and there were people in every room. He was literally running in circles. I made a few suggestions, but he finally opted to sit on the stairs leading to the back door. He had been there a second, then he came back in, called me in Thomas’s room, said “I need book” asked me “this one open?” (cuz’ he likes books with the little flaps). I said “yes.” He grabbed it, headed for the back stairs, then sat on the back stairs for about 10 minutes until he was done.
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This is engrained in men? They are born doing this?
2) We were eating cake cuz’ it was Grandma Suzie’s B-day. Thomas had chosen the cake with the bright neon, 2-inch thick frosting, of course! Jonah likes food. He isn’t as big of a pig as he used to be, but it’s still quite hilarious. So, he’s eating his dessert, and we realize he had picked up the frosting off the entire side of his cake. It was an entire fist full! We all started making noises like “Jonah, don’t!!!” He proceeded, in slow motion, to look at us, grin from ear to ear, then seductively shove the entire fist full of frosting in his mouth. I guess it was a “had to be there” kind of a thing. It’s not funny when a five year old does this, but when your two year old gets the dare, and does it, and loves it, it’s freaking funny.
Needless to say, we had to spend quite a bit of time winding down before he nestled into bed telling me “Tomorrow I play toys. I play castle. I watch show.”
You can, bud. I promise you can.
” .. and roar bones.”
