Sunday, September 16th, 2012
If you ever fly into Nashville, you will see our house as you are landing; just look out the window, down on your left side.
Anytime I am outside with my son Jack on a walk, he looks up at the sky about every 15 minutes and proclaims, “Airplane. Airplane.”
So I guess for his sake, it’s pretty cool that we happen to live along the landing path of all planes heading to the Nashville airport.
Jack is also intrigued by trains, as I suspect most nearly 2 year-olds boys are. He can’t go anywhere without a Thomas the Train character in his hand.
Therefore, it’s no surprise that for his birthday (exactly 2 months from today) Jack will be a train conductor.
And when it comes to automobiles of any kind, Jack just can’t get enough. He even distinguishes between “big cars” and “baby cars,” whatever exactly that means.
Jack recently confirmed with us that for his first car when he turns 16, he wants a pick-up truck.
So in review, what is my toddler son into these days? Planes, trains, and automobiles.
Oh yeah, and pooping, too.
Last week during bath time as Jack was sprawled out in his Superman position, he looked up at my wife and said, “Butt? Butt.”
“Do you have to use the potty, Jack?” My wife propped him up on the toilet while embracing him.
He strained. He concentrated. But nothing happened.
Even still, he reached over, grabbed some toilet paper, and pretended to use it the right way.
I soon would learn that Jack has been observing another boy at his daycare, Troy, who is being potty trained in the 2 year-old class.
Pooping is not something that Jack is ashamed of. To him, it’s like learning to eat with a fork. It’s nothing special, it’s just the next part of growing up.
So every time Jack stops what he’s doing to say “poop?” or “butt?” we’re going to take him seriously.
We’ll take him straight to the potty and he’ll get a chance to go like a big boy.
One day when we least expect it, it will happen for real.
But it won’t be any big deal to Jack. The way he sees it, poop happens.Add a Comment