Ok I am so excited for this post. Cause it means somewhere I did write it down.
The Dethrowning of Thing 2
We are all sitting around the dinner table eating. Thing 2 is eating out of a bowl that Thing 1 wants. So he is pushing her out of her seat.
I told him to get his bowl and sit in the seat next to or across from her. He proceeds to pat the seats of the other two offered chairs. Turning up his nose at the first chair he states,
" No Mom that is too HARD!"
He proceeds with care to the next chair and quickly rejects the second chair and says,
"No Mom this one is too SOFT!"
Then he goes over to the chair his sister is in and says, "This one mom is AHHHH JUST RIGHT!"
One more thing….
My small boy loves to avert bedtime. Stories, Books, more prayers, something to eat, drink, toys, monsters, more stories, are all the "postponers" he likes to use so he can put off going to bed. One night he was at the top of his game. And when he had exhausted all of the excuses he pulled out a new one….
"Mom do you want to Talk? Let’s just talk."
Backfire and Empathy
I could be called a control freak. But in this case I would like just a little control back. For the last week I have had a sinus infection. Sneezing, coughin’, and blowing my nose, all sent my legs pinched together running for the nearest toilet.
My Band who is normally a sensitive and kind person when others are suffering, would laugh and taunt me while I ran.
One evening I was running and the Band started to laugh and taunt. Behind me I heard little thing 1 hollering "What happened? What happened?" My Band quickly informed him that "Mommy peed her pants."
He looked at me as I sat and emptied my bladder. And then in his best Mother imitating voice he said, "Oh, Dat’s awe wite, Mom dat is OK."
You see my potty training model has been "No stress and no Humiliation tactics". The model title has been a montra for me mostly. When he has an accident I say. "Oh ok we can try again in the potty next time" all the while I am thinking "oh man that is more laundry, he just peed in the carseat, that is more laundry, he just peed the bed , that is more laundry". Durring the Christmas break he has been neglecting to go to the pot at all. And he strips himself down and says "MOM, I peed in my pants. But It’s ok mom, it is easy to go in my pants. That’s all right!"
My no worries attitude has officially come back to bite me. Now we are trying shooting cereal in the toilet approach. More fun, more times to go on the potty. It is working but, he still prefers playtime instead of pee time.
Between the two of us the pile of underpants is huge every night.
Body parts that are HUSH HUSH.
I was getting into the shower and noticed I had forgotten my towel. Running to get one I was stopped by Thing 1 who had a question.
"Mom, is that your bo*bies?" (Pointing to the extra round belly of mine)
"No that is Mommy’s tummy, there is a baby in there"
"These are the bo*bies."
He looked thoughtful and said, "Oh you have two bo*bies? those are big, those are too much bo*bies!"
(My sentiments exactly) I have gone from negative A to a full sized D cup. And I haven’t started breastfeeding yet. I don’t even know what comes after D. I am really pretty nervous about nursing bras. For someone that didn’t need a training bra until sophmore year in High School this is completely foriegn soil to me.
Don’t we all
Instead of saying "hold me" Thing 2 in her small little voice says "hope, hope!" I guess it is a combo of hold and up. So today I heard her say to her dad who was napping. "hope, hope, hope!" then exasperated says. "I need HOPE!"