I've been debating all week whether or not to post this story. But a little encouragement from my Mom to write it down somewhere has nudge me to write this post.
So Sunday night Sylas gets his usual bath. 2 minutes to soap, a quick rinse and then about a 10 minutes bath time to play. So he's been in there for about five minutes and I tell him, "Ok, 5 more minutes ok? " As I looked at him, he was in the squatting position, which he usually never is while in the bathtub, but at that time I did not think any thing of it. I leave the bathroom and about two minutes later I hear him yell,
"Mommy all done."
It's always a fight to get him out, so I was surprised to see that he's matured enough to know that playing in the water too long isn't good for you. So I go in and see him at the drain end of the bathtub watching the water go down. And he says,
"Mommy, poo-poo all gone" as he is pointing down the drain.
I give him a look of disbelief and said, "Whhhhaaaattt?"
He replies, "All gone" and smiles, as if he was showing off to me that he pooped and cleaned all by himself. He expected me to be proud of him for accomplishing that.
He comes trotting over to the other end of the tub, turns around, and bends over to show me his clean butt, not a trace of poop left. I quickly shower him AGAIN.
All I could say was "Kha, poo-poo in toilet, not in the bathtub." as I pointed to the toilet.
I bring him out and tell him, "Go tell Daddy what you did."
He runs out and yells "Daddy, poo-poo all gone!" in the most excited voice.
Daddy looks at me and says, "What? In the bathtub?" I just simply nod and say, "Yes...in the bathtub."
Kha was so proud of himself of what he accomplished and I didn't realized that at first until I told my friend the story. A 3-year-old's sense of accomplishment may be the same feeling as an adult's sense of accomplishment, but all for probably 2 completely different accomplishments. I do feel proud of him and hope that he is able to tell me everything. I don't want him to feel fearful of my judgement/punishment when he does tell me things, whether it's something good or bad.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sylas supposed 2nd day of school was close due to a power outage Thursday evening. How nice is that, a day off after only one day of school. But so far he has brought home a painted yellow school bus and a print of his hand, again with yellow paint. I always thought he liked blue...maybe he seems to be leaning towards yellow. He also came home singing, "your friend, my friend, my friend, your friend". The more we get together, together, together, the more we get together the happier we'll be. Cause your friend is my friend and my friend is your friend. He has been picking up words so quickly, it's amazing. He's been to school a total of 3 times and he's been interested in doing crafts, eating sandwiches, singing songs, and a complete chatter box. Getting your children in school before preschool is such an amazing experience for the parents and especially for the little toddlers.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Yesterday was orientation, today is first day of school. His teacher is Ms. Laman, who seems kinda of unorganized, but has been doing this for 9 years, I guess her system works. We came, signed in, and he ran straight for the toys. Ms. Laman had to bring him outside to hang up his backpack. I said good-bye and he gave me a look, "I don't understand." Like he was thinking, I was there with him yesterday, how come not today? He shrugged off what I said, and I told him Mommy has to go to work and Daddy will pick you up later. He said bye and there was no turning back. I am happy that he is super-duper excited for school. Lets hope Edyn will be just as easy...