Big moment tonight. Epic moment tonight. Karl went pee AND poop in his big boy potty!!!!!!!!
I'm so, so, so beyond proud of my prince charming little T-Rex man. For months now, he's been able to tell me "Mommy, Tarl (he just recently started pronouncing his hard "C" sound, so he's been "Tarl" to himself) poopin'." He then proceeds to take the proper poopin' position-- slight bend of the knees, butt out in a mid squat, and a T-Rex grunt, lettin' it rip. This is followed by the unmistakable stench of Karl poo.
Tonight in his bubble bath, he did his signature squat and looked at his MiMi and said "I poopin'." MiMi asked him if he really needed to and he shook his head and said "uh huh" so she plucked his naked little butt up and plunked him down on his big boy potty. I ran into the bathroom, thankful to be momentarily relieved from dish duty after dinner, and sat there with him for encouragement.
He sat there, naked and wet, with a big smile on his face saying "Karl poopin'!" MiMi and I both cheered him on, though I have to be honest, I didn't think we'd have "lift off" because we've done the same thing before with only rooty-toot-toots...lots of fizzles but no bangs.
Tonight was the magic night, though. MiMi and I promised him an awesome, irresistible prize, a bribe for poop if you will. Stickers. Really cool stickers he could put...on the wall! To my 20month old, that's like offering the big bucks, it doesn't get much more fun than getting those otherwise forbidden treasures (forbidden because he will stick them all over EVERYTHING including the furniture and our dogs) He knew to be receiving stickers for going potty must mean this going potty business was a big deal. He had to go, so he went. After he dropped a big one, he looked at us, smiled and said "Karl goin' wee wee too" and sure enough, we looked down and there flowed a river of gold, straight into the big boy pot!
The neighbors probably thought we were overly enthusiastic about a football team scoring a big touchdown or something, because surely they heard us celebrating. I literally jumped up and down over the momentous feat- who knew poop could make one so happy?? MiMi jumped and did a happy dance. We both hooted and hollered, whooped and sang... "Oh, yeah! You're the man! Did a big poop and a wee wee on the potty! Oh, yeah, you're the man!!!" My husband ran into the bathroom with our 3 month old daughter and did his own happy jig and chant (my daughter probably wondering what the big deal was all about... after all, she poops all the time).
The look of sheer pride beaming across my son's face was awesome. He really WAS the man... He went poop AND wee wee on the potty. He was ecstatic! Then...he did something I realized later that he'd never done before... he looked at his own poop.
He stopped and gazed at his little mound for a good 5 seconds (almost an eternity for my son, he hardly ever does anything for that consistent of a period of time). He was studying it- you could tell by the look on his face- eye brows furrowed, lips kind of puckered.
The look on his face when he went may have been awesome, but what he said when he saw his poop was priceless. He raised his little hand and pointed his finger at the poop and said " 'Dere's corn in 'dere! Corn in 'da poop!"
Sure enough, without a doubt, there was indeed corn in his poop. He'd eaten A LOT of Shepard's Pie for dinner the night before. A LOT.
So, this new going poop on the potty thing means that he's starting to make the connection between what he eats and poop...OR...it could also mean he thinks corn comes from his, eh hem, derriere. He is only 20 months old after all. He very well might think, might believe, that that's where corn comes from. I'm slightly worried I may find him "digging" for corn and other veggies in the near future- looking either... well, where poop actually comes from, or in his poop itself. I guess I'm going to have to be extra vigilant for that because Lord only knows I'd probably die of a heart attack if I actually saw him hunting for it... because finding it not only means he'd be touching his poop, it might also mean eating it. Oh...Dear...God!
Anyway... it was pretty amazing to see him meet the potty milestone. It's a milestone I didn't think we'd get to so quickly- I mean, where does the time go? He's nearly 2 years old... I digress.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
|Our Tree - Christmas 2012|
Those words turned out to be prophetic. Just 2 short years later, I have a rambunctious, energetic, busy, brilliant, and beautiful little boy. I ALSO have a sweet, yummy, cuddleable, and precious baby girl. Wow. Talk about blessed. There's not a thing I want for Christmas that could ever pale in comparison to what I have already received.
|"Kiss-miss tee in Time Out!"|
|Trying to sneak ornaments off of the tree from our chair|
I suppose I've just been feeling sentimental this year because I realize how blessed I am. I'm writing because I need to get my gratitude out "there"- to express it to the universe, I guess, to acknowledge that I fully understand just how wonderful and blessed my life is. I get to spend Christmas with my kids, my husband, and our family- what could be better than that?
I have always liked Christmas but I've never been one of those obsessed-listens to Christmas music nonstop from Halloween through the New Year- kind of people (unlike my husband, the real life version of Buddy the Elf). There's something special about Christmas now that I have kids, though. Really, being a mom brought the evanescent magic of the season from my own childhood back to me, only this time it is even better because I get to live the magic through my kids' eyes. I know they're little now but just by seeing how Karl reacts to the lights, the jolly music, the sweet treats, the allure of the tree and its bejeweled limbs, plus the tantalizing promise of this mystical man named "Santa Claus" bringing him presents, at this very young age, I can not wait to see how he will react in a few years when he really does "get it."
I was struck the other day at just how fortunate I am when I was at my mom's house with Karl and Hana and my Nana (my mom's mom). We were all listening to Christmas music. Occasionally a really happy up-beat song would come on and Karl would dance to it and we would all laugh. My mom would dance with Hana to the music and stand her in front of the Christmas tree so her little eyes could admire and transfix on the lights. My Nana and I were putting the finishing touches on my mom's handmade ornaments; each year she crochets a new one for every family member and this year's addition is a stout, plump Mrs. Claus to join last year's addition of Santa. My Nana and I were hot gluing experts by the end of the day.
We all joked and laughed and had a fabulous time being together and it was one of the most special moments I've had with my children so far. Christmas time is about finding the love in your life in all the small places. It's about giving and caring and joy. I am so lucky that I get to share it with my kids and my family.
|This year's Mrs. Claus and last year's Santa Claus made by my mom|
|One of my mom's snowmen|
|My mom's penguin from a few years ago|
|Another one of my mom's snowmen|
|Spongebob! My mom made this one with my cousin Matthew one year|
|My mom's beautiful, lacey hand crocheted snowflakes|
|Karl with Santa and Hana with Mrs. Claus|