Recent Tau smarts:
- Sunday night, I put Tau in new pajama pants. The long-sleeved top didn’t fit over his cast, so I dressed him in an older short-sleeved top. He gets pretty spinny just before bed and was paying exactly zero attention to the PJs — throwing assorted animals out of the crib and doing twisted manic somersaults was far more exciting. Monday morning, I wake him, stand him up in his crib and turn to get his clothes for daycare. Looking down at his legs, he tells me, “Tau’s pants …” Hands on the hips in indignation. “NEW!”
- I’m not one to go on about the kid’s toilet habits here on the blog but this is a milestone. Ever since Tau’s moved up to the two-year-old class at daycare, there has been a marked interest in potty training. All day long he sees the nearly three-year-olds in his class running off, climbing up the step stool, pulling down their pants and doing their business. We now have several urgent “TRY POTTY?!” requests a night. And generally we’re loving it — except when they happen just as we’re starting dinner or when we only have a few leisurely sips left in our wine glasses. The attempts include running to the potty, taking off the diaper, sitting on the big toilet or the little potty and then (best part it seems) wadding up toilet paper and “wiping” (even though there is nothing to wipe), and of course the lovely act of flushing! We reward Tau for TRY POTTYs by letting him blow out a candle. (Brilliant idea. Thanks Stu and Kristi!) We thought it would take ages before we saw any real progress but on the weekend he consciously peed in the potty twice and followed it up with another successful attempt last night. All I can say is yay peer pressure!
- The phrases are becoming sentences. This morning? “I WANNA … riding the BIKE!” WANNA and its close relatives “I WANT-it!” and “I NEEEED-it!” are becoming more frequent and I find them very annoying because they are accompanied with the ickyest I’m-so-hard-done-by whinyness. We’re trying to come up with a plan to reduce that as much as possible. We figure that, depending on the situation, either flat-out ignoring or explaining forthrightly and consistently why (too bad!) he can’t have it and that we don’t want to hear whining are our best options. Any other ideas?