Happy 2nd Birthday, Baby Boy!
He’s grown up so much in the last year. He no longer looks like a baby but a little boy. He is also acting much more like a little boy. He loves splashing in puddles, inspecting bugs, throwing rocks, playing with sticks, cars, trains, and getting into things he shouldn’t.
He is very interested in playing in the cabinets that serve as our pantry. He goes after the syrup almost every single time. I was curious what it was about the syrup that was so appealing to him, then one day he called it “coffee.” He often sees John drinking coffee and wanted to be like his Daddy. One day before I caught him, he had taken the cap off and was about to guzzle it. Thankfully syrup moves slowly, and it was an almost empty bottle since he had dumped much of it out on the floor a few days earlier.
A few Sundays back, we dropped him off for his Sunday School class, and his teacher commented that he was a pleasure to have in class since he is so easy-going. John and I walked down the hall asking each other, “Easy-going? Did she really say easy-going?” It’s not that he isn’t easy-going. I suppose he is. It’s just that’s not the first word that would come to mind when describing him. Happy, curious, busy, active, quick, friendly, kind, persistent, fun, smart, loving, sweet… those come to mind easily.
This past week, he and John were out on one of their post-dinner “walks” (more of a run really). John spotted a large, winged ant on the path and pointed it out to Baby Boy. Baby Boy, stopped, squatted down to get a better looks and says, “Hi bug! Hi bug!” STOMP! He tried to stomp on the bug, but missed a bit and only injured it. The bug was then limping about. Baby Boy peers down at the bug again, “Hi bug! What happened there? Bug? What happened there?” STOMP STOMP SPLAT! Three stomps in a row, and the ant was a goner. Baby Boy looked up at John, “What happened there? What happened to bug?” John’s response was, “You stepped on it and gave it an owwie.” Baby Boy, “OK!” and off he ran until he found his next discovery.
We’ve been asked more than a few times if Baby Boy is potty trained or if we’ve started potty training. The answers are nope and nope. We would much rather change a diaper than clean his underwear, pants, socks, shoes, the carpet, etc. Before we moved, Baby Boy liked to sit on the potty before his bath, but that was pretty much it. After we moved, he had no interest in the potty at all until 2 weeks ago or so. Before his bath, John asked him if he wanted to go “pee pee in the potty.” Baby Boy expressed an interest in it, so John set him on the potty. A few seconds later, John was yelling for me to come to the bathroom because Baby Boy was going pee pee in the potty. We cheered for him and gave him high-fives. He was pretty well pleased with himself. The next day I was telling my mom all about it over Skype. Baby Boy heard and wanted to take the computer into the bathroom so he could show Nana how he goes in the potty. Much to our surprise, he went in the potty again! He’s now gone 4 times in the potty.
If we mention “potty” he wants us to take him in the bathroom to sit on the potty. The best part of the potty for Baby Boy though is getting to flush. He loves flushing the toilet. John and I have both had the super fun experience of being in the shower, Baby Boy wanders in, and starts flushing. Baby Boy and the parent not in the scalding hot shower generally think it’s pretty funny. The parent in the shower is yelling for the other one to come get Baby Boy out of the bathroom. I call his current stage “potty pre-training.” If he wants to go to the bathroom, we take him. If he “pee pees” we cheer and get excited, but we aren’t pushing it. We just might be in “pre-training” for another year. We’ll see how it goes. If I remind him to go or take him every 30 minutes, that only proves I’m potty trained.
A look back and some new pictures: