A Moment

So we're plugging along with potty training and big boy bed adjustment, and both processes are going just fine. The usual of a few steps forward, then a few back, then progress, then frustration. We're and the rugs are getting peed and pooped on left and right, and I've re-covered them with their blankets and have said "no jumping on beds!" with my Mommy Really Means It voice at least a dozen times a night (exaggeration, but it sure feels like it). We're falling into a nice pattern with bedtime routines and since half the battle is knowing what to expect, us adults are feeling pretty good. We were reminded of the time, some two years ago, when the boys first started to sleep through the night. I remember that for several days they fell asleep at 8pm, but then randomly a few nights later would wake up around 10pm, screaming bloody murder. A few nights of unpredictable sleeping will make a person edgy, so we tiptoed around the house between 8-11pm, wondering what the night would bring. That same sense of what will they do tonight? returned this week, but seems to be fading again. 


Our time at home is spent pulling up and down big boy underpants, convincing boys that the potty is fun, answering questions about poop being brown, cheering for peepee. When the one isn't peeing, the other is. There's no end to body functions, I was thinking to myself this afternoon. And for anyone reading this who has dogs and may at some point potty train kids using a stand-alone little potty, consider this a PSA: when a kid goes poop and you rush him to go get wiped, be sure to put the filled potty on a higher table before you rush away. The table needs to be high enough so the dog can't reach the potty's contents. That is crucial. Especially if one of your kids thinks its funny to let the dog lick him. I don't really feel the need to elaborate on what happened to make me suggest this, but I spent a good 10 minutes going to my happy place to get over that incident.


Then Cole said, "wook! I gotz two bears."

Me: "You sure do. What are their names?" (expecting Cowl and Gahdy).
Cole: "Ees Momma Bear and ees Daddy Bear."
Me (thinking that's just cute): "Which one is Mommy Bear?" 

Me: "That's a nice Mommy Bear. Are they playing?"
Cole: "No."
Me: "Are they sleeping?"
Cole: "No, no seeping"
Me: "What does the Mommy and Daddy Bear do?"

They kiss, what loving bears! And what a cute boy. A cute moment, right when I needed it. And then, as all the toys this child touches seem to do, the bears flew.