Small Things 11-12-13
1. And then yesterday, he picked up his spoon and started eating before I ever reached the table. He’d eaten a better breakfast than usual, so it wasn’t just hunger.
All I can think is that I offered to let him use his old Winnie-The-Pooh tableware–stuff he rejected almost a year ago as being too babyish. He reminded me, “This is silverware for babies!” in a delighted tone of voice, and I said that yes, babies could use it, but so could he, if he wanted.
Gobbled that mac & cheese right down with a great big grin on his face. Ate soup for dinner. Lots & lots of soup.
Not complaining here, just very very bemused.
2. He’s no longer receiving treats for peeing, but has started to believe that there will come a day when he’ll poop on the potty (& not in his nighttime diaper, please GOD!) He’s started feeling out the potential for treats, I’m amused to note.
“Real is using the potty like a big bunny. Even for poo.”"Ah. How nice for Real. I’ll bet he’s proud of himself.”
“He was thinking maybe he should get a treat. A chocolate treat.”
“Was he? How enterprising of Real. Go on. What kind of treat is Real thinking he should get for pooping on the potty like a big bunny?”
A look of delight on Hen’s face and he screams “Chocolate Fingers!”
Turns out it was Butterfingers that Real thinks he loves enough to inspire him to pooping greatness. (Damn you, Halloween! My homemade-applesauce-loving child has learned the joy of Three Musketeers Bars! Milky Ways! Chocolate Fingers! And he knows to ask for them by (almost) name.)
Since the glories of pooping on a potty have not yet become entirely evident to Hen, I still have time to decide if I’m going to go down that sticky route or not. I’m inclined to say yes, because really, bribery for pee made life so easy; but I’m inclined to say no just out of a vague moral sense that I’m ruining my kid if I get him thinking he deserves candy for taking a dump. We’ll see how hardline I’m feeling if there EVER comes a day when I am not starting my day with a big clean up job.
A few Chocolate Fingers here and there probably won’t hurt anything…
3. Yeah, I’m totally loving today’s date. And yeah, I HAVE been waiting for it all year. Next December’s consecutive run will be hard for me–the end of a decade+long era!
5. Stove is being installed on the 25th. Sigh. I should really try to use the stupid grill attachment for something like grilled jalapenos in January or something (Or I suppose I could just continue to bitch and moan about my pathetic first world ‘problem’, which is probably more amusing in the long run…)