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My Kid Has Learned His Own Name And A Sense Of Identity

Saturday, September 22nd, 2012

22 months.

In the midst of all the semi-organized chaos of watching your kid grow up, there are subtle changes that occur which can be pretty easy to miss.

Today it hit me: Jack has not only gained a neck, but he has also lost his double chin.

He has been a sturdy baked potato since he was born. But now as my toddler’s baby fat is being chiseled away, the body of a little boy is beginning to emerge.

Even his Santa Claus belly is starting to disappear.

As my wife and I have recently been looking back at pictures of Jack from over a year ago, I noticed how he was more of a generic “baby blob.” He’s gone from a Muppet Baby to more of an actual Muppet.

Now we are experiencing the rebooted version of our kid. He still has the same personality and quirks of the 1 year-old version of himself, but is now more enhanced.

We are now seeing our son in high definition. It’s not just that he looks more like a real boy, but he acts more like one too.

This isn’t something I’ve really thought about until just now, but I’m seeing my son develop a sense of dignity; finding it through independence and an awareness of his own identity.

The kid is determined to learn to poop in the potty, without any subliminal motivation from his parents. He’s psychologically desiring to outgrow diapers, like a “big boy.”

At the same time, he doesn’t want us making all the trivial decisions for him anymore. Like, he wants to decide which shoes to wear.

Even while getting him ready for his noontime nap today, he made us aware he needed to wear his pajamas, not his regular clothes.

Jack officially knows his name is Jack now. Along with that is the fact is he is wanting to establish who Jack is, apart from every other toddler he knows.

After all, he did invent “Beans and Rice Juice.”

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Planes, Trains and Automobiles… And Pooping

Sunday, September 16th, 2012

22 months.

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.

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