Bathroom Talk

Our little guy has always had an aversion to standing up while using the potty. He'd willingly try, but perhaps he suffered from performance anxiety. He has always sat down and used the potty seat. This weekend my husband made it his mission to help little dude succeed.

Sunday night while getting ready for bed there was (at last) success. The cheers erupted as little dude beamed with pride.

Our little butter bean watched and assessed the the situation. Then she declared, "Me stand up too". It was just like a scene from a sitcom. She refused to sit on the potty. She wanted to stand up just like her brother. The poor girl had a total melt down. She just didn't understand why we wouldn't let her at least try.

I felt bad for her and tried unsuccessfully to make her undersand. However she could not be reasoned with.

It was clear the next morning that butter bean hadn't forgotten about the night before. She had clearly been accessing the situation and had come to a conclusion.

"Momma, when me get bigger I stand up to go pee-pee".

So for now she is happy to sit.

Don't Talk To Me!

"Don’t talk to me.”

This is Butter Bean’s new favorite phrase. It is said with a scowl on her face. Nice isn’t it? Just what every mother wants to hear from their littlest darling. My little girl is growing up and gaining a little attitude. Her teenage years could be interesting…

Is it a girl thing?

At the age of three she already knows what she likes and what she wants. She won’t wear “just anything”. Butter Bean is also into her accessories and having her hair done just so. Good luck trying to change her mind on something too. She is not easily swayed.

Yes, the teenage years will be fun!

Filler Up

Well, today was filled with domestic duties. The kind that include scrubbing toilets and washing floors.

Try not to be jealous!

Little Dude did make me smile though. He wasn’t trying to be funny mind you. When he was first born my dear husband started to fill my car up weekly with gas. It was a kind little gesture that has continued over the past 5 years. It never occurred to me that because of this my children have never seen me fill up my gas tank. It never occurred to me until Little Dude brought it to my attention today.

“Mom, when you grow up and get bigger you’ll be able to fill up your car with gas”.

I didn’t smile because my son thinks I’m incompetent. I smiled because he sees me as a young person still growing like him. He often says, “Mom, when you get big like Daddy…”

Hey, as a frazzled mom who is much closer to 40 then 30, I gladly take whatever compliments come my way.

The Really Bad Secret

Little Dude can make you laugh without even trying. Before the school year ended he came home one day with a new game he had been playing with his friends. Proudly he declared to me that he was a “bad guy”.

“Mom” he said, “I’m a SECRET”

A secret?

“Yeah Mom…a Really Bad Secret”

Mmmmmm... okay.

My guess is Little Dude and his preschool buddies were only half listening to their teacher when she explained keeping secrets was bad. He wasn't overly interested in listening when I tried to explain what a secret was either.

So every once in a while Butter Bean will request a dishtowel cape and with her sunglasses on she becomes a super hero who is out to catch the bad guy.

Litte Dude of course plays the role of the villain.

"You can't catch me" I hear him say, "I'm the Bad Secret".

How can you not smile at that?