(Bare with me ... Going to the potty is a HOT topic around here.)
Unfortunately, poor little Andrew had to go home yesterday morning because he wasn't quite well yet from his bought with ... his bug. So yesterday afternoon, I decided to take advantage of the situation and get some much needed errands done. One of our stops was Hobby Lobby.
We looked at several items while there. Hannah's favorite words were "I want to get that for my mommy." (If I was to purchase everything she wanted for her mommy ... Anna, you'd have a couple model cars and a lovely shadow box full of necessities for the avid duck hunter.) Noah, on the other hand, was "I want to buy that from Hannah Clause. It's twenty-two dollars." In other words, he's working on his Christmas list for next year and making sure it all stays within SANTA's budget.
After walking around for a while I noticed Noah performing the infamous "pee pee dance". Off to the bathroom we went. When we arrived, Noah stopped dead in his tracts at the door.
NOAH: "Is this the girls bafroom?"
MOMMY: "Yes. Daddy's not here and Mommy can't go in the boys."
NOAH (somewhat angry): "I NOT a girl. I want to go to the boys bafroom."
MOMMY: "Mommy can't go in the boys bathroom. You'd have to go all by yourself. Can you go potty all by yourself?"
Yes, he can.
It took about ten minutes. I almost went to find a big man to check on my little man. I could here Noah fussing "I not a girl ... I a boy ... I have to be a big boy cause I not a girl." But I bit my lip, paced back and forth and waited. That was one of the hardest things I've had to do so far with my baby boy.
Leave a comment